Pyke Harbour

[Lord Howland Royce]

Patrek nods. "Allright then, I assume they will be blunted. I am not inclined to share Ser Blackwood's folly"

[Fel]

Felryn looked confused for a moment before remembering that annoying Kingsguard from the Grand Council had been killed recently.

"Blunted, of course, I doubt the Regent would be happy if I killed the leader of the prince's guard," he said with a grin.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Patrek extends a hand to Lord Harlaw. "It appears that the sea sickness is no more. Well fought".

[Fel]

Felryn laughs as he grabs Patrek's offered arm and hoists himself up, "it would appear so, Redfort."

[Lord Howland Royce]

"Lets get the prince settled in the castle then," Patrek sais. "Could probably use some ale too, gods know the prince will turn me into a drunk because of his behaviour".

[Fel]

"This is not our final destination. I have come here only to speak with my son on recent matters, then there will be another short journey to Harlaw island and Ten Towers, my seat." Felryn grins at Patrek's reaction to another boat journey.

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Several days later the party leaves again, headed for Ten Towers.

[Deleted]

The Brightfish sailed into the harbor, and Darien Stone disembarked with a tall, smooth-faced young man who was the chief steward of Lady Royce's household, Rolf Whyte.

[The Stranger]

Pyke Harbor was bustling more than usual. Since the death of Lord Harlaw, Reavers from far and wide were returning in preparation for the rumored Lordsmoot.

[Flex]

Darien looked at the busy harbor before turning to Rolf. "Now, where do you think should we be going to find this swordswoman?"

[Deleted]

"We ask," Rolf said, shouldering through the crowd. He saw a young reaver with a rather more friendly face than the others and hailed him, walking over. "Ho there! We're looking for one Asha Sparr. Do you know where we could find her?"

[The Stranger]

"Fuck 'yer mother." The fair-faced lad explained, before darting off.

"Oh, don't be minding him. 'e's just mad 'is cap'n anna let 'im go to the Lordsmoot." Said a gnarlled old mean looking reaver with three teeth and an eye patch. "If you be looking fer Asha Sparr, ye'd best start by look'n fer her brother. Thar ship flies the Blue Sails with the piss yeller X on it. That's the Sparr's ship, or I ain't have a 12 inch cock."

[Flex]

Darien desperately tried to follow the man's words, his accent strange to his ears. "I see. Do you know if their ship is at anchor here at the moment?"

[Deleted]

Rolf scanned the harbor and pointed. "That one?" the old reaver nodded, and Rolf smiled at him. "Thank you, my friend. May you cock never shorten."

Rolf led Darien to the longship with blue sails. "We're looking for Captain Sparr's sister!" he shouted.

[The Stranger]

There are three Iron born on deck playing dice. When they hear the shouting, they stop, and come over to the side of the longship.

"Ay, who be you, and what you be wanting with the Jan Sparr's Sister?" Asked the man on the right, who was wearing boiled leather and had two dirks stuffed into the belt of his breeches. The other two men looked equally serious, one was leaning on a short spear, and the other one fingering either a very long knife, or a particular short sword.

[Flex]

Darien was glad these men didn't have too heavy an accent as he stepped forward. "My name is Darien Stone, and these two men are Rolf Whyte and Yozs. We come all the way from Duskendale and would like to recruit Asha Sparr. Her ability with the sword is renouned."