The Seven Swords Inn

[The Smith]

An ancient and dignified Inn.

[The Smith]

Hagar Horsespear, Gorek Redteeth, Theobold the Limp, and Edger Oakarm enter the inn moving to the bar for drinks.

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The innkeeper was letting out rooms to knights who had come for the tournament. Behind her were seven white shields of the Kingsguard, lined up on the wall. In these parts it was a matter of pride that at one time, all of the White Knights had come from Duskendale.

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A fat serving wench came to their table with foaming tankards, and winked.

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Hagar slapped down a jeweled golden cup with a sun stamped into its side, "This should pay for the rest of the night." He motions for the ale to flow, "For every one." He motions to the whole room.

Gorek laughed.

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The inn door opened and one of Lady Aranya's household knights, Ser Patrek Harte, sauntered in on light feet. He saw the men and came over with a smile.

"So it's true! The town is already gossiping of our ironborn visitors. First the ships, now the men, they say. But you will forgive everyone their excitement - tournaments always do bring out excitement and new things. I am Ser Patrek Harte of Duskendale."

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Gorek looked at him as he drank from his first ale of the night, "Do you have tits?"

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"It's a damn shame I don't," Ser Patrek said. "Wouldn't have to go to the trouble of sweet talking a woman every time I wanted to fondle a pair."

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Hagar laughed, "The big, ugly green man stepped all over your insult, Gorek. Whattcha goin do."

Gorek looked at Patrek and smiled, "Have some Ale, Green Knight. We always like men with some courage."

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Petra Bettley entered the inn and moved to the bar to help herself to some of the free ale. She leaned back against the bar and eyed the Ironborn men.

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"Ale suits me well, thank you," Ser Patrek said, sitting with a smile.

He whistled loudly when he saw Petra enter, and then bit his tongue when he realized who she was.

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Taking her ale, Petra gave Patrek a warm, smile over the rim before sipping it.

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Theobold moved to a table sat down and threw his boots up onto the table. He closed his eyes, and nursed his ale.

Hagar and Gorek began to crack jokes back and forth while getting drunkier and drunkier.

Edger laughed at Hagar and Gorek, and kept tightening his massive arms for the serving wench.

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"Forgive me, my lady," Ser Patrek winked. "But what can a man do when such a beauty walks in? Come, sit with us, these are good lads. Mind your manners, you northerners. This lady here is none other than the Beetle's daughter."

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Gorek looked at Patrek and laughed, "She doesn't look much like any Beetle I have seen."

Hagar nods, "Much more curvy, and only two nice legs as opposed to six."

Petra walks over and leans against Patrek looking at the two Ironborn, "Don't worry about me, Ser Harte. I can fend off the clumsy advances of drunken Iron bred."