Lannisport Harbour

[swammeyjoe]

"You are not yet charged, Lord Randal merely wishes to speak with you. Another person has laid a charge of rape against you, and Lord Randal wishes to speak with you."

[Erik]

What!? What the fuck, Sargon!?

Erik lets his surprise show on his face. When he composes himself, he turns back to his watching crew, and jerks his head. Ten of them follow him as he walks down the gangplank to join the Lannister guards. "No offense, captain, but I'm in the habit of bringing my own guards. Lead the way."

[swammeyjoe]

"Of course, Ser." Another dozen men who had been wandering among the harbor join the group and they all journey to Casterly Rock.

ooc: Switching to A Room at Casterly Rock.

[Fel]

Hardon Kenning and Xaza walk through the harbour, when they reach the Storm-Reaver they call for Sargon to show himself.

[shacklock]

Sargon wanders over to the side of his ship, leaning over it to eye the addressers.
“I had no idea you two were here. Heh. What do you want?”

[elaena]

Two scruffy looking, dark-haired boys appear to be playing a game on the dockside next to the Storm-Reaver, chatting away to each other and occasionally glancing up toward the ship.

[Fel]

"I am Hardon Kenning, and this black bastard here is Xaza." Hardon laughs. "Care to come for a drink with us? Your brother Erik has got himself into some trouble, seems to think you could help him out of it."

[shacklock]

Sargon keeps his reaction carefully neutral, knowing full well who they were.
At the news of his brother’s recent arrest, Greyjoy gave a small, fairly convincing noise of surprise.
“What sort of trouble? And why m’haps he cannot meet with me himself?

[Fel]

Hardon raises an eyebrow. "News of his arrest for supposedly raping the Bolton girl has spread all over town, you haven't heard of it? He's being kept in Horas Blackwood's encampment."

[shacklock]

“Ah well, I’ve been keeping myself to mine ship. A bad hangover.” He chuckles slightly. He does look to be hangover at the present moment.
“Is he being trialed?”

[Fel]

Hardon chuckles aswell at Sargon's comment. "He is, yes. So, let's get a drink and see if we can't help him out, eh?"

[shacklock]

Looking uncertain for a moment, Sargon glances back to someone behind him, out of view. He nods before turning back to reply. “Aye…why not.”
He moves to join them, clad in chain and leather as always. Uler Dengerr follows at a discreet distance.

[Fel]

Hardon smiles, "there's a lad."

"Well you're the big drinker, any recommendations on where to go?"

[shacklock]

Grinning slightly at the comment, Sargon shrugs. “Somewhere noisy m’haps.”

[Fel]

OOC: Continuing in the Silver Blade ok with you?