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Post by The Flint on Aug 23, 2008 17:39:28 GMT -5
A run down tavern on the edge of Flea's Bottom, the Belly of the Beast is a hang out for thugs, thieves, sellswords, assassins and whores. It is two stories, with rooms where whores work over the top and rooms in the back for private conversations can be held. A small group of rough looking men congregate out front, watching those who enter.
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Post by The Flint on Aug 23, 2008 17:40:10 GMT -5
A short thin man in a dark colored tunic enters the bar. Beside him a taller heavy set man with long filthy black hair.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 26, 2008 12:47:55 GMT -5
///////// Baldric and Stutters enter the Belly of the Beast their faces shrouded by a pair of ragged tunics. They move slowly taking a seat in the corner of the bar that is away from the hustle of the busy tavern in an area that routine patrons know not to sit. Once seated they uncover their faces and call over the wench with a wave and a tug on their ears.
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Post by The Flint on Aug 26, 2008 13:44:38 GMT -5
A raven haired woman in a tight bodice which takes poor Stutter's breath away straddles a stool and smiles broadly, "What can I get you fellas?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 26, 2008 15:38:19 GMT -5
"We are looking for a good Arbor vintage aged and seasoned 7 years, if you know of any," Baldric said flashing a toothless smile as he tapped his fingers on the edge of the table seven times and waited for the women to respond.
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Post by The Flint on Aug 26, 2008 16:35:39 GMT -5
"Sure you wouldn't prefer a good Dornish Red?" The woman winks. "I'll be back with a bottle and two cups of the Arbor Gold."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 26, 2008 18:07:45 GMT -5
Stutters head was on a swivel and as the Raven haired beauty left his eyes undressed every inch of hers. He looked at Baldric who rolled his eyes.
"More trouble then its worth my friend," he said with a laugh.
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Post by The Flint on Aug 26, 2008 18:28:45 GMT -5
The woman returned shortly with a bottle of wine and two mostly clean glasses.
"What brings you fellas to King's Landing, you ain't go the look of locals."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 27, 2008 8:05:08 GMT -5
"Visitin an old friend," Baldric said dryly, "We heard those Lizzard men put a hurting on the capital and we'se thinkin might be some opportunities here for men of enterprise."
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Post by The Flint on Aug 27, 2008 11:33:55 GMT -5
"I see. You thought you're old friend would be back this way eh?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 27, 2008 13:52:37 GMT -5
"Well I hoped that someone here might know where to find him, with the fighting its impossible to know what became of him and he used to live nearby here."
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Post by The Flint on Aug 27, 2008 14:00:00 GMT -5
"What's your friend look like, mayhaps I've seen him?" the woman asked smiling at Stutters and winking.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 27, 2008 14:13:41 GMT -5
"Short quiet fellow, with eyes like a weasel," Baldric says as Stutters moves closer to drink in the woman's fragrance.
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Post by The Flint on Aug 27, 2008 16:29:49 GMT -5
She nods. "Why don't you fine fellas enjoy the hospitality of our back room eh? Couple of very important fellas like yourself deserve a little privacy."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 27, 2008 17:10:37 GMT -5
Baldric nodded, "Thank you" he said to the girl as he looked at Stutters with his mouth still open.
"Lyman, maybe you better stay here and keep an eye on things I won't be gone long, I am sure our new friend here will take real good care of you," he smiled as he got up to walked towards the back room for only the second time in his life.
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