White Rose Manor

[Horas]

A three storied house in Braavos. It's size cannot compare to the homes of the truly rich, but it is well furnished and decorated. It gets its name from the number of carved white roses that adorn every doorframe and mantle in the house. Loquo Valenterri has recently purchased the manor. He and his entourage can often be found here.

[The Flint]

The Volantene crossbowman strolls up to the manor with nonchalance. He carefully observes all available entrances and exits, before entering.

[Horas]

"Loquo Valenterri" and his retinue settles in.

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Some time later, Cinnak finds Francis. "A word in my solar, please."

[The Flint]

"Yes Master Valenterri." Francis said, with a subservient bow, following Cinnak to his solar.

[Horas]

Once the door is closed behind them, Cinnak smiles. "We have some promising leads, my weaselly friend." He withdraws a rolled scroll from an inner pocket and tosses it down on a desk for Francis' perusal. "I am thinking we start with this Kelio fellow. You make sure he is so drunk he can't remember his own mother's name, and I will stick my sword straight through his heart. Does that sound acceptable?"

[The Flint]

"Doesn't sound terribly sporting." Francis smirked. "I'm all for it. Do we have an idea of this fellows usual stomping grounds?"

[Horas]

"Taverns all across the city, usually the higher quality sort. I doubt it will take us too long to find him. You might have to wash off those tattoos on your face to fit in, though." Cinnak laughs and rubs his hands together in a palpable display of glee. "This should be fun. And all this sneaking and drinking and killing should help to take your mind off of those faceless friends of yours, eh?"

[The Flint]

"Well that's what I'm worried about." Francis said, "I suppose there's no harm in dreaming up another alter ego to fit into the higher society."

[Horas]

"No harm at all. Dispose of your identity after if you wish," Cinnak says. "I think it best if he has no connection to Loquo Valenterri, however. It should be seen that I am slaying Kelio for his disgusting conduct, not getting him drunk to steal his job."

[The Flint]

"Right. We wouldn't want that now would we. I will go change." Francis nodded, and went to his rooms where he cooked up another disguise. Yaro Turin, part-time Braavosi merchant, and full time drunk.

He returned to Cinnak's solar, rapping lightly on the door before entering.

"I'll head from tavern to tavern and sniff out this Kelio fellow, than give you a signal to come in and put him out of his misery, fair enough?"

[Horas]

"Bring him outside. No need to get blood all over some barman's apron."

[The Flint]

"But of course, I forgot you swordsmen like a little more room to maneuver. " Francis said, smiling. "I'll do my part to get him soused, good luck with the rest." Francis backed out of the solar, and than disappeared.

[The Flint]

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Francis, tired, dirty, blooded, but alive, stumbled through the door of the White Rose Manor. He knew he didn't have long before the Sealord's people came. He woke the remainder of the house.

"Cinnak's dead. We need to change locations."

[Horas]

A muscular, black haired Stormlander is at the door. "What? How?"

Even as he questions, he barks a command to the rest of the men to move anything valuable from the house. Several carts are loaded up immediately.

[The Flint]

"We made a play for Kelio Hussia, to get Cinnak in the 63. Plan backfired I'm afraid. He fought bravely, but it was a rout. They'll be suspicious now, and since Cinnak gave his name they'll be coming here soon. So we need to relocate."

Francis began peeling off his Yaro costume, and replacing it with the Franharis costume. All this changing, made him feel like a damn mummer.