Beric's House

[Flex]

Lord Beric Dayne, Gaharr Tohn and Morho move from 'The Blue Manray' into a small house situated within the Dornish Bazaar.

[Flex]

A small, old man knocks on Lord Beric's door. Upon it's opening, the man is lead inside. After about half an hour he leaves with Gaharr Tohn, returning later that day with all of his things.

[Flex]

Beric and Gaharr enter the small yard behind the house.

[Flex]

Janos arrives at Beric's house. He knocks on the door and is let in by Morho.

[Flex]

Beric sits in his house, sharpening Dawn with a whetstone. Norisz has gone to collect some things from his former home, Gaharr and Janos are off buying the weeks supply of food and Morho is out wenching.

[The Smith]

There is a knock at his front door.

[Flex]

Beric stands, setting Dawn aside, and walks over to the door. For a moment he hesitates, then opens.

[The Smith]

A man crashes into Beric and tries to stab him.

Being moved to the Battles and fights

[Sam]

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Daemon Waters, trailed by two of his father's guardsmen, approaches a small house in the Bazaar, where he has heard rumors of a Westerosi lord, hiding from the Baratheon Kings. He arrives to see the front door wide open, and ventures inside knocking loudly on the wood.

[Flex]

Beric lowers Dawn wearily, as he stands slightly stooped, his wounds burning. He gets the weird feeling that he has seen this man before. "Who... who are you?" he asked.

[The Smith]

"I am Zandros." He replies quickly.

[Sam]

When nobody responds to his knocks, Daemon takes a tentative steps inside. "Hello?" he calls out, loudly.

[Flex]

"Zandros... well, I thank you, Zandros. You saved my life. But why?" Hearing another voice Beric looks over to the door.

[The Smith]

"To prevent them from having you or your sword." He replied, "You must be careful Lord Dayne." He looks at his knife and asks, "May I pick up my blade?"

[Flex]

Still slightly confused, Beric nods. "Of course, Zandros." Beric sat down on a chair, not being able to stand with his wounds. "How do you know who I am?" Beric had a feeling the man knew that would be his next questions.