The Blue Manray

[Flex]

Lord Dayne, inconspicuosly guarded by Gaharr Tohn and Morho, sits in the common room, eating some fish stew.

[Imry Willfyre]

Brom finds a place near Lord Dayne.

[Flex]

Gaharr Tohn was the first to notice the man who had just entered. He gave him a quick scowl, then turned to Lord Dayne and muttered something under his breath. As subtle as possible, Beric briefly glanced over at the man, then returned his eyes to the fish stew. Morho meanwhile was busy staring at the behind of the serving wench that just walked past, oblivious to anything else.

[Imry Willfyre]

"Sorry, ser, I don't speak the bastard tongue", Brom said without courtesy.

[Flex]

Gaharr Tohn's face took on a deadly scowl, but Beric
only snorted a laugh. "Please excuse my friend, he is
very suspicious. And so he should be; He's my guard."
Beric looked at Morho, who was now busy talking sweet
words to the serving girls cleavage, and sighed.
"Would you care to join us at our table?"

[Imry Willfyre]

Brom nodded, and moved to sit with the suspicious looking men. "Rodwell", he said, holding out a hand, "Rodwell Snow".

[Flex]

Beric shook the man's hand. "Janos, Ser Janos Sand." Then he laughed. "By our names, I guess we do both know the bastard tongue." Beric filled his cup of wine and offered it to Rodwell.

[Imry Willfyre]

Rodwell accepted the gift gratefully. "To the life of a bastard", he said as he downed the wine with alarming quickness. "You know any place in the city where I can get a job with my sword or crossbow."

[Flex]

Beric studied the man for a moment. He looked at Gaharr Tohn, who's face was unreadable to all but Beric. He then returned his eyes to Rodwell. "It would depend on how good you are at both."

[Imry Willfyre]

"It depends how often I'm allowed to kill", Brom said simply.

[Flex]

"Hah! The perfect answer!" Beric quickly surveyed the room, taking note that Morho had now somehow disappeared, along with the serving girl. "It would happen that I am looking for any man who can kill."

[Imry Willfyre]

Brom began to finger the hilt of his longsword. "Oh? How quickly can I prove my worth?"

[Flex]

"It may take a while, however I can pay you well. I have already a job in mind, yet it will take time preparing for it." Beric finished his wine. "Between now and then I would grant you a position of personal guard, which you would share with my friends Gaharr and Morho."

[Imry Willfyre]

"That sounds boring...I'm trying to get a job today. Something quick for today at least."

[Flex]

Beric moved closer and lowered his voice. "My good man. When the time comes for me to tell you of the target, you will not be able to refuse." He smiled and then added. "It is a man worth killing. I will pay you until then if you do decide to join my service. Take it or leave it. If not, I am sure Braavos has many men who might want someone dead by tonight."