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Post by Sam on Mar 6, 2008 15:15:45 GMT -5
"I need repairs on my Lord's ship. We were attacked by pirates and defeated them but one managed to charge the bow and a few panels will need to be replaced. I also have a captured ship I'm looking to sell, if you want it to strip down or fix."
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Post by The Flint on Mar 6, 2008 15:28:41 GMT -5
The stocky little man eyes the consumer suspiciously. " If it's just hull damage I'll be glad to take a look. I can fix anything made out of wood, except my wife's head." Unidentifiable profanity, in a female voice, comes down from the stairs.
"Shut up Wanda!" hollered back, before turning again to customer. "Harry Peters is the name. What slip are you located in? I can't get work crews down there today, but tomorrow and the rest of the week is clear, if you want. We'll strip the captured ship for supplies, and than sell off the rest. Good lumber is always worth a price here in Oldtown. We can split any salvage 60/40 eh?"
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Post by Sam on Mar 6, 2008 17:05:05 GMT -5
"That's fine. I am Ser Tarannon Falastur," he said and shook the man's hand. Tarannon told the short carpenter the number of the docks where his the two ships were berthed. "I would like work to start as early as possible; the quicker it is finished the more you'll be paid. I will be aboard the Valkyrie, with my crew. It's cheaper to stay there than in an inn."
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Post by The Flint on Mar 6, 2008 18:10:39 GMT -5
"No can do my friend. If it's hull damage you got, we're gonna have to keel haul her, get her out of the water, and take a look. Wouldn't want you to get half way out of the whispering sound and than sink into the sea eh? My buddy Remus runs an Inn this side of the docks, and If you mention my name he'll get you the sweet deal. But first thing tomorrow morning is the best I can do."
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Post by Sam on Mar 6, 2008 18:37:12 GMT -5
"Very well. If you'll be so kind as to direct me to this inn, perhaps tomorrow will come all the faster. Is wine very cheap here, since we're so close to the Arbor?"
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Post by The Flint on Mar 6, 2008 19:09:00 GMT -5
"Some of the very best my friend, and of the highest quality. I have a cousin who buys it by the cask, and than bottles it and sells it in Lannisport for five times what he paid for it. All profit too!" The dwarf chuckle, and hopes down the stool.
"Hey Farnsworth!" he yells, and the bum comes inside.
"Take this guy down to Herman's and tell him to give them the special discount." The bum nods, and motions over his shoulder for his patron to follow.
A short jaunt and they find themselves before an Inn. The sign above the door shows a man attempting to mount a horse.
They go inside, to find a giant of a man, seven foot if he's an inch, with thick black curls of hair on his head, and a two tooth gap in his front smile.
"How can I help youssssssss." he says, air whistling through his teeth.
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Post by Sam on Mar 7, 2008 1:27:17 GMT -5
"I need lodgings for two score men, for one night perhaps too, and a lot of wine. Can you do that?"
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Post by The Flint on Mar 7, 2008 1:30:55 GMT -5
"What kind of menzzzzzzzz?" The toothless giant whistles softly, looking at the knight curiously. "And what kind of winezzzzz? This ain't Dorne, where you can have any kind of wine you want as long as it tastes like it came out of a donkey's cock, We'zzzzzzzzz gotszzzz varietyzz.."
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Post by Sam on Mar 7, 2008 1:43:31 GMT -5
"Sailors, mostly. Disciplined men, they won't start trouble. As for wine, well, bring first a flagon of each so that I might choose which I like best."
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Post by The Flint on Mar 7, 2008 11:29:06 GMT -5
"Youzzz gotzz it. 12 rooms, and 2 coppers per room, per night." The man said, as if the math was some kind of magical incantation which he must perform, even though he seemed unlikely to know what the truth total was. "Your Rooms be upstairs, enjoy. We serve an early and a late dinner, come to whichever you prefer. Cheeses, breads and wine are available throughout the dayzzz." He points to a series of several tables in the corner which look like they have long been vacant.
"Welcome to the Humping Horse."
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Post by Sam on Mar 7, 2008 12:12:25 GMT -5
Ser Tarannon, who was much more skilled at arithmetic than this innkeep, figured that four of his men to a room would not be a problem, leaving one for him and another for the other officers. The men would not be cramped; they were used to living on a ship whose quarters were far smaller than even the smallest room in the inn. Ser Tarannon slapped twenty-five copper stars onto the countertop, as well as two silver stags. A few of his men started to file up to the rooms, while Ser Tarannon and a few others sat down at one of the table and motioned for the barkeep to start bringing wine.
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Post by The Flint on Mar 7, 2008 19:00:27 GMT -5
Soon the giant appears with several glasses, and three small flagons of wine. He holds up the first ceremonially,
"This is an Arbor Red, excellent vintagezzzzz. It goes well with any kind of meat except poultry." He pours a little bit into the glasses before him and waits for them to taste their sample.
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Post by Sam on Mar 7, 2008 19:04:18 GMT -5
The Westermen each take a small sip of the red wine to taste it, and then all three immediatley quaff their glasses. "That's incredible!" one of Ser Tarannon's men exclaimed. Ser Tarannon nods at the inkeep to keep bringing more.
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Post by The Flint on Mar 7, 2008 19:40:33 GMT -5
The giant smiles, and wheezes as he pours a second glass, "This is the Arbor Gold, which is very popular before dinner, or stand alone, and also with cheeses and poultry."
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Post by Sam on Mar 7, 2008 20:04:08 GMT -5
ooc: I don't want to get into a whole wine tasting in this inn, so this will be the last variety they try.
Like any good westerman, Ser Tarannon preferred the red wine, though the gold had its merits and he spoke its praises to the innkeep. "I don't doubt your variety, but I think we will just take more of the red, my good man. I want to get roaring drunk tonight, I can't do that while I'm at sea."
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