The Ship's Anchor

[Rumor]

He laughed, and called the serving wench over for more ale. "All this damned waiting has got me twitchy," he complained as the girl turned away.

[Quenton Baratheon]

"Aye, me too," Angys replied. "I still haven't got the foggiest idea what old wormface wants us for. He certainly seems preoccupied though."

[Rumor]

Rowyn shrugged, staring down into his drink. "Noble´s business, I suppose. All we can do is train and be ready for when he decides to...put us to use." He grimaced.

[Quenton Baratheon]

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One September morning, Ser Steffen himself comes down to meet the men at their inn as they break their fast.

"Good morning," he says coldly. "I have an important announcement for you all. You are all hereby released from my service, and free to go wherever you wish. I have no further need for you. Please speak to Henree here to receive your final pay."

He nods once, and leaves, patting Henree on the shoulder as the older man is left to the stunned faces and eventual questions of the archers.

[Rumor]

OOC: Sorry, been away.

Rowyn frowned, and pushing himself up from his place beside Angys, he made his way over to Henree. "Not that I´m complaning or anything," he began. "Easiest few stags I´ve ever made, but.....what the hell was that about?"