Parlay at Lannisport

[Axell Lannister]

"Very well. But i will do no such thing untill i am away from you and your (steffen coughs pointedly) men. Im afraid i dont trust you either."

[The Smith]

"Unfortunately that is not allowed. You must send for them." He motions to his maester standing nearby, "Here is what you need to write a suitable raven", as he hands a blank letter, quill and ink to Ser Steffen.

[Axell Lannister]

Sighing, Steffen writes the letter, keeping his eyes on Lucien.

"There, i have ordered their surrender." Much good it will do, given none of them serve me. Steffen smiles pleasantly at Lord Hightower. "Well I feel my work is done here."

[The Smith]

"You certainly sigh very much, Ser Steffen. Why is this? Do you not feel confident that your words will do something?"

[Axell Lannister]

"Nay ser. I am simply tired of my liberty being infringed upon. It is getting rather tiresome." Steffen eyes his clothes hopefully.

[The Smith]

"You are a foe of mine and if I had been caught by your folk, I would likely be in several pieces by now. Unfortunately, I cannot let you get out unscathed." Once-more he motions to a guard who unsheathes a knife and begins walking towards Steffen.

[Axell Lannister]

"Ahh." Steffen backs away from the approaching man. "I have a better idea my lord. I could aid you greatly. No doubt you have heard rumours of my true ambitions. If you let me go, i will join you. If it is your wish, i can slay my uncle, and in return i will recieve lannisport. Believe me ser, you are passing an oppurtunity to end this battle quicker than you think. I have no love for baldwin, or alleigance to the Tagaryens. Get away!" he kicks at the man with the knife.

[The Smith]

"Heh", replies Hightower.

The guards force Steffen to the ground.

"This way you will never forget our little 'parlay' or this war."

The guardsman sheathed his knife and picked up a case by the throne, and after bringing it over to Steffen he opened it. He took the tattooing set and began to work into the right shoulder blad e of the Lannister knight, "We Light the Way", Hightower smiling the whole time.

[Axell Lannister]

Steffen, recognising resistance is futile, spits in hightower's direction.
"You werent born ser. You were farted out of your mothers shrivelled cunt." he gritted his teeth at the pain, and swore loudly.

[The Smith]

As the tattoo was completed Luceon smiled again, "That looks nice. Keep him in the throne room, I'm sure he'll want to stay in our company."

[Bunny-Rabbit]

Ser Sperling Spicer is sent back to Lannisport, since the worm was not returned he was worried and sweated heavily.

Rubbing his pudgey hands together he bows deeply to Lord Hightower. "My Lord has sent me back to parlay if you wish."

[The Smith]

"I request the surrender of your host, and nothing less", the Lord of Oldtown said as the guards standing by the doorway moved to block its way. Ser Steffen stood chained and nearly stripped, a half a dozen feet from the throne.

[Bunny-Rabbit]

"Errrrr.... that does not seem likely. Lord. My Lord does not believe...ummm... anything you say. You took captives under a Parlay flag." Taking a stained white handkerchief Sperling wipes his piggy face, "And my Lord said anyone who would do that is a...errr... honor-less pig-fucker...who doesn't deserve the respect of the fleas who live on his...ummmm... one-eyed whore of a mother." Ser Spicer begins sticking his tongue into the air trying to remove a rotten taste.

[The Smith]

Without care Hightower responds, "Strip of noble clothes down to his undergarments and chain him..." His guards move to do his bidding.

[Axell Lannister]

Steffen hisses out of the corner of his mouth to the man next to him. "Ser Spicer. How nice to see you. Although seeing you arrive with 50 armed knights at your back would perhaps have been more preferable. Do you know when the assault will take place?"