Post by The Stranger on Apr 17, 2008 12:36:47 GMT -5
After his mornings worth of training with Gaharr, Beric had a bath followed by some wine. He was hoping for Janos' return today, and with him an
answer to his letter. He still had much to do, some things of which he could before his friend returned. Beric got dressed and
made his way though Braavos. He found what he was looking for in a small alley; it was a tiny building with round windows, a
scroll and feather painted atop of it's door. Beric entered and was immediately greeted by an old man. "Hah, hello kind Ser! Good
good good good good to see you! Customers are good." Beric raised his eyebrow and thought that maybe he should go somewhere else
but when he reminded himself that it would probably take hours he reclined to asking this man for service. "Kind man, I have a
job for you. First I must ask, are you skilled at imitating another persons writing?" The old man looked curious and giggled.
"Yes yes yes yesssssssssss! I be the best at that, or so they always tell me! What is it you need done?" Beric nodded and took
out two letters. He gave the first one to the man. "I want this letter written," he then handed him the second one "in this hand."
The old man studied the writing for a moment and then bounced around in his seat. "Done, done and done! Perfectly simple! You
may pay me now and return later." Beric stood himself even straighter than he was. "No. You do it now, I stay here, and if I am
pleased I pay you." The short old man frowned for a moment and then burst out in high pitched laughter. "Of course! You are one
of the urgent men! Needs things down, I agree! IMPORTANT!" The old man took his pen and started writing.
Half an hour later Beric left the shop, having paid the man a reasonable sum for his work, and something extra to shut up about
it, with three letters in his pocket. He had read the new letter in the shop and it was a perfect copy; he could not tell the
difference between the writing on this one and the one that he had recieved what seemed like years ago now." He returned home
and saw Morho standing in the kitchen, skinning a fish. "Morho, has Janos returned?" The bravo turned and shook his head. "No,
I am afraid not. Gaharr says he wants to talk to you. Your room." Beric nodded and made his way to his room. Upon entering, he
saw Gaharr rising from a chair, a look of worry on his face. "What is it, friend?" Beric asked. "I don't think we should be doing
this, Beric. This is not a good idea." Beric sighed and sat on his bed. "Gaharr, we have talked this over. Of course it's a risk!
Of course it is dangerous, but that is what makes it worth doing. I only wish Janos would return with the letter so we could have
a definite answer." "Beric, please listen to me! We could just return! Bend the knee! It's as simple as that!" Beric's eyes lit
up with anger. "No! It will not bend the knee." With those words he stood and left his old friend.
Walking through the streets of Braavos, Beric let him self be guided by his instincts. He strode through alleyways and over
bridges, his mind somewhere completely different. He thought of the time that Aryanna and he had gone riding through the rose
fields at Highgarden. Beric was not a very romantic man and so Ary had made him do it, but there was a certain pleasure to it,
something Beric only now realised. A loud noise pulled him out of his dream and as he looked up he saw that he was in front of the
tavern. 'This is the one. This is where I will have to present myself and my letter. Gods be good to me on that day.'
With a sigh, Beric returned home. He would find no sleep tonight.
Beric advances to Apprentice persuasion.
answer to his letter. He still had much to do, some things of which he could before his friend returned. Beric got dressed and
made his way though Braavos. He found what he was looking for in a small alley; it was a tiny building with round windows, a
scroll and feather painted atop of it's door. Beric entered and was immediately greeted by an old man. "Hah, hello kind Ser! Good
good good good good to see you! Customers are good." Beric raised his eyebrow and thought that maybe he should go somewhere else
but when he reminded himself that it would probably take hours he reclined to asking this man for service. "Kind man, I have a
job for you. First I must ask, are you skilled at imitating another persons writing?" The old man looked curious and giggled.
"Yes yes yes yesssssssssss! I be the best at that, or so they always tell me! What is it you need done?" Beric nodded and took
out two letters. He gave the first one to the man. "I want this letter written," he then handed him the second one "in this hand."
The old man studied the writing for a moment and then bounced around in his seat. "Done, done and done! Perfectly simple! You
may pay me now and return later." Beric stood himself even straighter than he was. "No. You do it now, I stay here, and if I am
pleased I pay you." The short old man frowned for a moment and then burst out in high pitched laughter. "Of course! You are one
of the urgent men! Needs things down, I agree! IMPORTANT!" The old man took his pen and started writing.
Half an hour later Beric left the shop, having paid the man a reasonable sum for his work, and something extra to shut up about
it, with three letters in his pocket. He had read the new letter in the shop and it was a perfect copy; he could not tell the
difference between the writing on this one and the one that he had recieved what seemed like years ago now." He returned home
and saw Morho standing in the kitchen, skinning a fish. "Morho, has Janos returned?" The bravo turned and shook his head. "No,
I am afraid not. Gaharr says he wants to talk to you. Your room." Beric nodded and made his way to his room. Upon entering, he
saw Gaharr rising from a chair, a look of worry on his face. "What is it, friend?" Beric asked. "I don't think we should be doing
this, Beric. This is not a good idea." Beric sighed and sat on his bed. "Gaharr, we have talked this over. Of course it's a risk!
Of course it is dangerous, but that is what makes it worth doing. I only wish Janos would return with the letter so we could have
a definite answer." "Beric, please listen to me! We could just return! Bend the knee! It's as simple as that!" Beric's eyes lit
up with anger. "No! It will not bend the knee." With those words he stood and left his old friend.
Walking through the streets of Braavos, Beric let him self be guided by his instincts. He strode through alleyways and over
bridges, his mind somewhere completely different. He thought of the time that Aryanna and he had gone riding through the rose
fields at Highgarden. Beric was not a very romantic man and so Ary had made him do it, but there was a certain pleasure to it,
something Beric only now realised. A loud noise pulled him out of his dream and as he looked up he saw that he was in front of the
tavern. 'This is the one. This is where I will have to present myself and my letter. Gods be good to me on that day.'
With a sigh, Beric returned home. He would find no sleep tonight.
Beric advances to Apprentice persuasion.