Norvos

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"Who was he?" Mortimer asked.

[Flex]

"Ah, just an old friend, catching up. He won't be bothering us anymore."

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"All right," Mortimer said, hoisting his pack and shrugging. "Should we get rooms, or do you want to look around town?"

[Flex]

"Mhm." Beric emptied his mug and wiped his mouth. "Might have a short look around, see if I can find anyone willing."

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Mortimer grinned and nodded. "Norvos ought to have a spare sword or two."

[Flex]

"Let us hope so. Gaharr, I'd like you to bring my things to a room. Wyl, let us go." And with that he leaves the tavern.

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They walked on the streets, taking in the sights even as they searched for men. Norvos was a very foreign place.

[Fel]

Lexo walked beside Beric, "see? Norvoshi smell. Eat too many garlic and..." the rest was a spew of incomprehensible Valyrian.

[Flex]

Beric laughed. "It is true, the smell of garlic lies strongly in the air. Perhaps it is best I did not hear the rest of what you said." He led them down a small alleyway, which Beric thought looked like a good place for fighting men to hang about.

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Mortimer hummed a song under his breath. He was dressed like a peacock, as was his custom, and sauntered beside Lexo and Beric, watching the streets.

[Flex]

Beric, followed by his companions, walks up to two men who are sitting on a wall. Their swords are leaning next to them and he approaches they eye him suspiciously.

"Greetings!"

[The Stranger]

"And who the fuck do you be?" The man on the left says irritably. The man on his left, is an identical twin, both men are lean, fit, and armored with chain mail. Their accent suggests a Westerosi origin.

[Flex]

Beric, slightly surprised by the rudeness of the men, steps back a bit. "My name is Ser Beric Dayne. I am on the search for sellswords who would like to join me. These two behind me," he indicated to Lexo and Mortimer "are two of my men."

[The Stranger]

"Fuck this decripted goat, you men should sign up with us." says the brother on the left. "The Twin Swords out of Lys, there's no better company in the Free Cities."

[Flex]

"Ah, the twin swords... might that just be the two of you? Not a grand company it seems to me." With a smile he turned to Lexo and Mortimer. "You two go back to the tavern. I am sure you both are itching for some ale; I can deal with the hiring of men." The two men nodded and left.