The Belly of the Beast

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Pam began chugging down the beer eagerly, apparently reveling in its taste, while Tom asked the one-armed barkeep for bread, which he ate hungrily. He kept glancing around warily.

[The Flint]

A man with a severely shaved head, in boiled leather slide up against the side of the bar.

"Can I get you another beer little lady?" He said with a wicked smile.

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Pam's eyes gleamed. This was so much fun. Fuck Brother Roran. She wasn't going back there just yet, living with those stupid kids and mumbling prayers three times a day. "I don't have any more money," she said worriedly, not mentioning her spare silver stag, which Tom had quietly filched from her pocket anyway.

"Pam," Tom said worriedly. "We have to go back home. Brother Ken will call the gold cloaks and the Hospice Guard if they don't find us soon."

"Shut up, brat," Pam said, irritated. "Why did you have to run after me? I told you not to!"

Tom slipped from his stool. "Fine. You can stay here, and I'll just go home. I won't tell on you." He walked off and left, feeling worried and upset, and Pam turned back to the bald man. "I don't have any more money," she repeated.

[The Flint]

"That's alright sweetling, its on me." The shave headed man says, laying down a bit of coin on the bar.

"Where you from little lady?"

[Deleted]

"Flea Bottom," she said curtly, watching the bartender and ignoring the bald man. She knew the types of people that lived in this hellhole very well, and she had no intentions of encouraging this fellow.

[The Flint]

The bartender put the drinks before the bald man, who took one in each hand, before sliding one over to the girl.

"bottoms up." He said, raising his own glass.

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"Thanks," she said, taking the glass eagerly and down it in a few gulps. A few moments later, she sagged, and her head dropped towards the counter top, eyes closing.

[The Flint]

"Alright sweetling, I'll get you home," said the man with the shaved head. Gingerly, he propped her up by grabbing her under the armpit, and carrying her bodily towards the exit...

[Fel]

Sol Hunter had been watching the young girl since the moment she entered the inn from the shadowy corner where he sat. He had warily kept an eye on the bald man who had sidled up beside her, and now followed them out as the man left the inn with her in his arms.

[The Flint]

(ooc: uh really? Seems a little bit like an after the fact addition. This is just some goon I invented to scare up trouble, but if you want to get involved I think you should at least have to investigate.)

[Fel]

(Oh ok, sorry, I thought you wanted it to be RPed, and per a recent scenario, Sol is moving through inns and taverns, so he could have been there at the time. We'll just ignore my last post then. )

[The Flint]

(ooc: I do want to be roleplayed with. It would just come to a very abrupt end if you brain my nameless thug and return the child quite so quickly.)

[Ollie]

"All's fuckin' needed, yah know?" slurred an already sodden looking hedge knight as he took a swill of ale. He was red of hair and red of face, and the red on his jerkin spoke of wine, not blood.

"Thas all's I rightly needed," he continued, throwing his arm around an unconscious man who's distinct lack of shoes were made obvious by not only the ripeness of his feet, but also by the ammount of table space they occupied. "All's I needed. Maybe jes' a pat on th' back. A 'Well done ser,'... Ser? Make it 'milord' fer all the fuckin' good 't does meself! Ain't I a one 'oo stayed? Jes' a fuckin' little brick tower, wiff maybe a lords little bastard daughter t'keep me satisfied. All's I needed, fuckin' all's that."

[The Flint]

A raven haired wench appears and takes up a seat next to Ser Dunnock.

"How you doing sweetling, you need another drink?"

[Ollie]

"S'what?" he chirped, swiveling his head much to fast in her direction. Perhaps it was the alcohol that made him sway, or perhaps... No. No, it was the alcohol.

"Ha-ha! Tha's me girl! The Bloody Sparrow alwa's likes t' get 'is beak wet, all three of 'em!"