The Splendid Times of Braavos

[The Stranger]

Aellion ate noisily, although he paid some mind to the song, and laughed hard enought to choke at the dirty bits.

"Well sung little song bird. Well sung. Someone give the Songbird another drink." He reached out and snatched a cup from a man sitting at another table, and set it before her.

"You've got a quite a throat." he said, staring at her, as if admiring it himself.

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The Nightingale laughed after having a sip of the wine. "Why, thank you, Your Grace. My talent only exists to please you."

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OOC: This is happening a little bit later.

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The inn door opened, and a company of tall figures in black leathers, their faces masked, entered the inn. The bright steel of their swords gleamed as they were drawn from their sheaths. There were fifty masked figures in total, and the drunk nobles shrank back at the sight of them.

They came to the Prince's table in swift strides, intending to take the Prince at all cost.

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OOC: Out on the street.

The Fifty masked march toward the inn down the street. There weapons are out, as they approach down the lone street five men move to block their path. They begin to hear shrill whistles being sounded from the buildings on either side of them as they approach.

Aranya gives the order to cut the men down. The masked figures at the edge of the group turn to protect the others from any men who will run at them at the signal of the whistles.

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The masked leader swears as one of the masked men are shot in the throat with a bolt. When they are outside the inn, crossbowmen line up outside, and the masked leader gives the order for the masked figures to run into the inn.

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Having killed the guards, though at considerable cost to their own, the masked figures enter the Splendid Times inn, lock the doors securely behind them, and bar it shut with heavy furniture. The drunk nobles and innkeep are stunned. The masked figures spread out, their bloody swords gleaming. The masked woman marched up to the innkeep and shook him hard, her sword at his throat. "All right, Shirley," she said. "Where have you hidden the prince?"

[The Smith]

A man charages her with a blade out, but she blocks and an Ironborn stabs him through the chest.

The Man raises his hands and looks shocked, "I have not hidden the prince!!"

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"Don't fucking lie to me," Aranya snarled. The blade cut a little into his soft throat, a thin rivulet of red running down to his collar. "Show me where he is."

[The Smith]

"He is upstairs. In the third room's wardrobe." He said.

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The masked men move to kill quickly while the crossbowmen are trying to reload. The inn is swept for other attackers. Aranya drags the innkeep to the stairs and shoves him before her. "Show me, you little cocksucker, or I'll gut you."

[The Smith]

Men sweep the room as Aranya entered. Flinging open the Wardrobe there is a tall man with silvery hair cringing in there. "Do not kill me."

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Aranya yanked him out and dragged him back down to the common room. "Shut up and take off your clothes. You," she beckoned a cringing blond nobleman forward. "Strip. Now."

[The Smith]

The two men obey with out comment.

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Aranya made them exchange their clothes, so that the blond nobleman was now dressed as the prince, and the prince in the other's clothes. "All right, Ser Ethan," Aranya said. "You need to take the nobleman out through the back entrance into the main street again. Make sure people see you, and put on your helmet again. Shout that if they shoot, the prince dies. Put a helmet on his head too, to cover his hair."

Ser Ethan obeyed, a little pale, and hurried out to the back entrance. Meanwhile, one of the ironborn had been bandaging Felryn's wounds.

"The rest of you, with me," Aranya said, grabbin Aellion's arm again. She turned to the innkeeper. Her face was still masked, but her eyes were cold. "Take us to the roof."

[The Smith]

They moved up the stairs, and then another flight. Then Clegane laughed and ripped a silvery wig from the prince's head. And looked to Aranya, "You were fooled again."