Lannisport Harbour

[Percy Rivers]

Strider is already part of the crowd again, and he quietly chuckles at his method of delivery.

[edricdayne]

Euron walks onto the Storm-Reaver, and calls for Sargon. "Where is that damn man? The nerve of him to leave when I'm on the privy!"

[shacklock]

One of the crew, hearing Euron, jerks his head towards the cabin in explanation, before rushing off.
The Storm-Reaver seems busy, as if getting ready to sail.

[edricdayne]

Euron goes to the Cabin, calling for Sargon, while noticing that the ship is undermanned. "Oi, Sargon! Were you going to set sail without me? It seems a handful 'o your crew are gone. I geuss I can lend you sailors a hand to get this hunk of wood going."

[shacklock]

Sargon calls for Euron to enter the room. He sits on the edge of his bed, reading over the letter once more, a pained look of concentration on his face, a flagon of wine in the other

[edricdayne]

Euron thinks for a second, before chuckling. "That girl went and cried kraken now, didn't she?"

[shacklock]

Sargon looks up with a frown. “Aye…not exactly. She cried bastard.”
The Iron-born captain gestures for Euron to take a seat, offering him the wine bottle.

[edricdayne]

Euron sits down, a takes a swig of wine straight from the bottle and sets it back down on the table. "So, what do you need me for?"

[shacklock]

The young Kraken picks up the bottle and takes another long gulp before replying. “Regarding what we were talking about earlier…Harlaw.” He glances at the door before finishing. “You’re wanting him out of the way, aye?”

OOC: Pokes anyone to death that metagames the following posts P

[edricdayne]

Euron thinks for a second, weighing his words carefully. "Aye, but I do not know that I can lend you the ships as I had thought. I got a letter earlier today, and I was waiting to tell you. My damn father has gotten well again, back from the edge of death. He has always been a stubborn and loyal man, and I doubt I can convince him to lend me ships to support a rebellion." Euron frowns, showing his dismay at what he just said.

[shacklock]

A dangerous look crosses Sargon’s face. His slender fingers tapping angrily on the pommel of his short-sword. “I see…
You're aware of the problem that puts you in hmh?”

[edricdayne]

Euron glances at his fingers on the pommel of his sword. Euron's own hand goes to an axe on his back. "Yes, I am well aware. I bet you were looking to me for strong support in form of Long Ships... I think I may be able to sway my father. But expect no more then 3 ships, perhaps 5 if my old man is nice for the first time in his life. I know it isn't much, but it is better then no ships." Euron sighed, his hand still at one of his twin axes.

[shacklock]

Sargon tilts his head as if considering. He smirks faintly, a nasty look. “Perhaps your stubborn father should contract a fatal…timely illness? If not then, do as you can to gain his ships.”

[edricdayne]

Euron frowns. "He may be a bastard, but he is still mine own blood. I'll just settle with convincing him. I am his son after all, I know what can sway him." Euron smiles, and lets his hand move away from his axe.

[shacklock]

Sargon nods slowly. “Good…” Finishing off the wine, he slips the letter into a pocket and stands.
“Storm-Reaver will be staying here until my brother’s name is cleared. If you can wait that long… if not, I am sure there will be other ships departing for the Isles soon enough”