The Seven Swords Inn

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Ser Patrek wanted to say, "It's not how many legs she has, it's what she can do with them", but refrains. Instead he says, "I have no doubt that you can, milady." He winked.

[The Smith]

Gorek looked at Patrek, and then at Petra. Then he shook his head slowly, "Hagar there is not accounting for taste. She clings to this barely man."

Hagar laughed into his ale, "Be careful, Gorek. Ser Heart looks as might as a true hart."

[Fel]

Ser Marq slyly makes his way into the Seven Swords Inn, keeping an eye out for any more knights in Lady Aranya's service.

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Ser Patrek Harte recognizes the Tyrell knight from the feast at the castle a few months ago and raises his tankard and nods in greeting.

[Fel]

Marq cursed inwardly, Aranya's men were everywhere. He nodded to the man and smiled, then ordered some wine from the innkeep.

[The Stranger]

Scav entered the tavern, and pulled up a seat near the rear where he could watch goings on, while resting his back against a wall. He's old chicken shield, has been replaced with a shield featuring a Martell Sun and Spear device, but it is cracked and faded, and clearly its previous owner cared more for it, than its present owner.

[Fel]

As Marq looked around at the people in the inn, he became surprised Rhae had wanted to meet him here, calling them an unsavoury lot would have been a kindness.

[Imry Willfyre]

Evander Storm entered the Seven Swords inn, fit from fighting and ready to ease his weariness from the strains of intense physical workouts.

[Ollie]

Tregar Reed enters the inn, clad in a suit of black hardened lizard-lion leathers over green-grey linens with a great longbow slung over his back and quiver at his hip. Flanked by two fellow crannogmen, he pays the few coins for a room.

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A slender figure in a heavy grey cloak, hooded over, enters the inn and is shown into a room.

[Fel]

Marq grins and looks around the room to make sure no one is watching him, before following the hooded figure up the stairs.

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Inside the room, the slender figure lifted the heavy grey hood off, her golden curls tumbling out. Rhae looked up at him with a sweet smile. "Forgive me for my delay, ser. My goodmother is so tiresome sometimes."

[Fel]

"It's lucky you showed when you did," Marq said "there was a barmaid who couldn't keep her hands off me. I know not what her ultimate intentions where, but I can imagine none of them good."

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"A barmaid?" Rhae shuddered. "Those creatures are quite coarse," she blushed and smiled.

[Fel]

"Too right, they're terrible," he said, taking a step closer to her, "so unrefined."