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Post by Erik on Feb 22, 2008 1:17:06 GMT -5
A freshly built Inn in the village around Greycopse Keep. Run by a young man named Bedwyck, it boasts a large taproom, kitchen, several guest rooms, and a sizable brewing operation.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Feb 22, 2008 11:02:32 GMT -5
Ser Agney Flowers enters the inn, accompanied by Adelbert Beesbury and Nathiel Strongarm, the Master of Horse's son. The three are chuckling as they enter, and immediately make doe eyes at the serving wench.
"Ale for me and my fine friends!" Flowers commands good-naturedly.
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Post by Erik on Feb 22, 2008 12:59:25 GMT -5
"Of course, sers!" Bedwyck says to them, "Now, I have a pale ale and a brown ale at the moment, which would you prefer?"
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Feb 23, 2008 3:06:50 GMT -5
"Mix 'um togevver!" Yelled Adelbert, not exactly soberly.
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Post by Erik on Feb 23, 2008 13:42:15 GMT -5
Bedwyck shudders at the thought, but mixes them together nonetheless. He doesn't want to piss anyone off in his new home. He sets three large mugs of the concoction on the bar, where Jynessa picks them up to take over to the men.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Feb 23, 2008 18:40:04 GMT -5
"You is a mighty fine lass." Adelbert sputters, grabbing at the wench. "Come over here and sit on my lap!"
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Post by Erik on Feb 23, 2008 19:36:36 GMT -5
Jynessa slips out of his reach and smirks, replying, "Thank you for the offer, ser, but there's work to be done. Maybe some other time, on some other lap."
She scurries back into the kitchen.
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