Norvos

[Flex]

A knight in black, followed by 61 men, arrives at Norvos. They settle in across a range of taverns.

[Flex]

Again a notice is posted, this time in Norvos, looking for any able men.

[Fel]

Lexo Kolle sniffs the air and makes a disgusted yet satisfied face.

[Deleted]

Mortimer rides with Beric, eyes observant.

[Flex]

Beric settles for a room in "The Falling Star", it's name only too fitting. He has sent word for any who wish to join him to come here.

[mark]

Twelve men enter the city of Norvos, silent and grim. They are dressed in plain clothing, riding swift and lean horses. A young man with a auburn colored beard dismounts, ordering the others to seek out residence. He talks to a few townspeople until he finds the right information, and then rides to The Falling Star. He enters it and surveys the common room.

[Flex]

Beric Dayne is sitting at the bar, leasurely drinking a mug of ale with Gaharr Tohn and some other companions.

[mark]

The man, hooded, sees the man he wishes to speak with. He stealthily moves his way through the men, some glaring at him, until he is at Beric's side.

"I told you I would talk with you again soon," he said. "Did you mistake me for a man who does not keep his word?" He pulled off his hood to reveal his face, grinning. "Care for a drink in the corner? It is much more suited for our conversation, I think, ser." He stalks to the corner, sliding into a booth, confident of Beric's follow.

[Flex]

Beric was somewhat surprised when he saw the man's face, yet followed him to the corner, nodding for Gaharr to remain where he was.

[mark]

"You know who I am and what I do." He handed Beric a blank piece of parchment, and then from somewhere produced ink and pen. "No words. Just write. Tell me what you are doing, why, and what your plans are. No lies."

[Flex]

"Straight to the point..." Beric said, as he took the pen and parchment. He scribbled quickly and then handed the note to the man.

[mark]

The two continued to write back and forth, silently.

[Deleted]

"What the fuck?" Mortimer raised an eyebrow.

[mark]

He rose and donned his hood, shaking Beric's hand. He left the inn with his head down.

[Flex]

Beric smiled and returned to his men.