The Green Salamander

[The Smith]

"Of course, My name is Ser Lionel Foote." the Moustache replied.

[Flex]

"Well then, Ser Lionel... welcome to my company. We previously had a name, but my friend Gaharr found it... inappropriate. For now we remain without a name."

[The Smith]

"What was it?" He snickered and asked, "The Fallen Suns?"

[Flex]

Beric smiled. "Well, you seem very observant," he said, tapping the sword leaning against the table. "but not. It was merely the spawn of the enemy of R'hllor... somehow Gaharr believes The Others would not spread fear... and I am starting to believe him."

[The Smith]

Ser Foote nods, "Indeed. I have found that there is no name scary enough to actually strike fear into others. Work on your reputation."

[Flex]

"Words of truth. A reputation I had once, if only in Dorne. My pale appearance was mostly responsible for it. However, if it a reputation I need, then I will try gaining one."

[The Smith]

Ser Lionel bowed, "Is that all, good Ser?"

[Flex]

"For the time, yes. I will let you know when we leve Pentos."

[The Smith]

Ser Foote walks off, his back as stiff as a blade.

[mark]

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A while later a young knight enters, and subtly questions a few of the employees and customers of the establishment. He thanks them after purchasing several ales and then takes his leave.

[Aerys]

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Rhaegar Velaryon takes up residence in one of the private rooms of the inn. Several other rooms are also occupied by Velaryon's retinue.

A 24 hour guard is placed on the entrance to Lord Velaryon's quarters.

Small bands of men are sent out into the city on intelligence gathering missions, under the command of Ser Ameron, Gyleno Dothare and Ser Godry.