The House of Black and White

[The Smith]

He is admitted into a room where a fatman in vestments sits. The fatman looks at Tytos and raises an eyebrow, "Yes my son."

[Sam]

My master wishes death to find a certain man, and I was told this was where one arranged such things.

[The Smith]

"Many things are arranged here." The fat man smiles, "But we can certainly talk of what ever you wish. Unburden your soul, speak... speak."

[Sam]

"I serve a Lord of Westeros who wishes to purchase a man's death, if possible. I have no burdens to speak of yet, thankfully, though I am still a young man." He hands the fatman a piece of paper with two names written on it.

[dienekes]

OOC: Ohh someone came to my home!

Willem enters the room. Upon hearing that the man was from Westeros he made a few quick glances at his face to memorize his features. He needed to smile more. The man disturbed his dream, Willem didn't like it.

[Sam]

Ser Tytos looked at the servant boy that had entered the room, who was watching him strangely. "Who is this boy, my lord? I do not wish knowledge of my visit here to become particularly public."

[dienekes]

"I'm no one." Willem smiled, and bowed his head to the Fat Man.

[Sam]

Ser Tytos ignored the boy's remark; he was obviously lying. He waited for the fatman to answer him.

[dienekes]

OOC: Speaking of people Willem wants to kill. Any chance my scenario can go up now Smith?

[The Smith]

The Fatman stands and punches Willem across the face, hard. "No one should know better."

[dienekes]

OOC: Ohhh violent. A new step for the House.

Willem touched his bleeding face tenderly. He bowed again. "I'm sorry master." As he left.

It's Morax. He's Morax only fatter. Only fatter.