Deep Den Training Yard

[Ser Aemon Tully]

The Deep Den training area is of medium size but does it's job well.

[Ser Aemon Tully]

Daniel walks into the training yard. "Any one here want to spar", Daniel asks, "need the practice before the siege."

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Gawain was sharpening his sword in a dark corner, eyes on the blade until he heard the other's voice.
Standing, he turned to look at Daniel, before he put his sharp blade aside, and took about his training blade, with a nod.

[Ser Aemon Tully]

"Hello ser", Daniel says, "havent seen you before." Grabbing a tourney sword he raises it above his head. "Lets dance", Daniel whispers. Suddenly he runs at the man.

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Gawain is ready for him, raising his sword.

[Ser Aemon Tully]

Daniel does a vicious slash for his adversaries shoulder.

[Flex]

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Darien, holding his ribs, holds out his hand to his cousin. "Well fought, Brandon!"

[Lord Howland Royce]

Brandon takes his hand and winces at the pain in his shoulder, "No wonder the men were impressed with your fighting, Darien". Brandon rubbed his sore back.

[Flex]

A light smile crossed his lips as he helps Brandon up. "You know, you didn't do so bad yourself. I've been fighting men with halberds for so long that it takes some getting used facing someone with a sword."

[Lord Howland Royce]

"True enough, well it's not like they are going to change their weapons over night so no harm done there," Brandon said rolling his shoulder.

[Flex]

Darien put the blunted blade away, and faced Brandon again. "True enough. Now, Brandon... I need to ask you something." His face turned more somber as he spoke. "I am not sure if I want Asha to come to King's Landing. She is with child and, well... if I die then at least I want her and the children to survive." He wiped some sweat off his forehead and coughed. "The problem is, I don't rightly know how to tell her. She's a warrior at heart so she could just outright say no."

[Lord Howland Royce]

"Club her down and tie her up for some servants to find with a letter offering an explanation," Brandon suggested with a slightly hopeful expression. "Tell her it would damage the child if she fought while pregnant, that would be the best I suppose".

[Flex]

Darien let out a laugh. "I think I'll pick the latter suggestion. Not sure yet where exactly I'll send... ask her to go, but I'll think of something. Now, if you'll excuse me - I need to go talk to my former brother in law." He gave Brandon another smile and left.

[Flex]

As he left the training yard, his mind already somewhere else, he almost bumped into a young man. "Oh, sorry!" He said, taking a step back. "Say, I recognize you..." He let it hang there, hoping the man would give his name.

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

"I do doubt that, good ser," the young man replied humbly. "I'm a fair bit of a nobody, however, I myself recognize you," Galahad noted. "You are the fighter from the Den, the one who killed half their army, they say," he said, with each word, his voice grew more enthused.