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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 14:56:33 GMT -5
The fat Tailor turned and looked the young man and frowned, "I do not think I can help you sir." His eyes run up and down Brynden's clothes with disdain.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 15:12:17 GMT -5
"Tanner?" he looked confused, "I am not sure what you mean, but I only serve Braavosi Lords."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 15:21:03 GMT -5
The Tailor opened his mouth, then slowly shut it. "Piers sent you did he?" The man walked to the door of his shop and looked up and down the street. He then urged out all the customers except the boy.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 15:27:01 GMT -5
The Tailor nodded, "Not here... give me one moment." Turning around he disappeared into a back room, and soon small lad ran into the shop room and out the door. The tailor returned and walked to the door, opening it he looked left and right before hurrying down the street, waving for Brynden to follow.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 15:35:14 GMT -5
The fat tailor led the boy to an Inn down three streets and into its back room. There is a small personal dining room laid out for two, and large eunuchs guard the door in. So only Brynden and the Tailor are allowed in.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 15:45:02 GMT -5
The Tailor throws a large bundle of coins at the Innkeep and points to Brynden's companions, "Please take care of theses men for me." Serving wenches and dancing girls move toward the men smiling.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 15:54:08 GMT -5
The Fat man sat, and then smiled, "You may sit in my lap if you wish. I know I would appreciate it."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 16:10:43 GMT -5
The man reached out and ran a finger down the back of Brynden's hand. "A kiss will open many doors for you." The fat man puckered expectantly, "How do you know Piers?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 16:21:11 GMT -5
"I am the Tailor of South Blue Sail Street. The spider of the blue webs, and the scorpion of the South Channels." The fat man smiled, and his purple tongue licked his lips, "And I want a kiss."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 16:30:52 GMT -5
The Fat man laughed, as a servant grabbed in the sheer light blue of this tavern's wenches entered the room carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. The man said, "You fool, I do not work for the Beetle, I serve the eel."
Those were the last words the man ever said aloud. The serving wench shifted her weight and sliced the man's throat easily with a steel blade. She looked up at Brynden, with black eyes, and her loose brown hair framed her face giving her a dangerous beauty. Brynden recognized her, Petra Bettley.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 16:44:39 GMT -5
She smiled darkly at him, before burying her knife in the back of the dead's mans head. Running her eyes up and down his body she smiled, "Well my cousin, you have grown quite nicely into a man." She put a finger to her mouth and thought for a second, "I wonder if we are even closely enough related to call one another cousin." Stepping forward she used the same finger to attempt to guide him into his seat.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 16:54:51 GMT -5
Petra rolled her eyes, "Of course not, sit." She smiled at him, "I was watching you the whole time." She reached out and squeezed his biceps, "Plus, we knew you could take care of yourself."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 30, 2008 17:05:46 GMT -5
Petra sat on his lap, the blue silk pulling tight against her rounded assets. She bobbed her head to the other chair containing the dead man, "There is no where else to sit." She flashed a knowing smile, and then wriggled around trying to find a comfortable position. After a moment she nodded and grew still, "Why did you bring so many men?"
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Post by Fel on Aug 30, 2008 19:26:33 GMT -5
In their separate dining area, Olyvar's eyes grew round at the dancing girls and some of the men-at-arms were kissing some girls in a corner of the room. Tall, slender Lewyn Snow sat beside Alyn, looking disinterested. "I trust Piers, but that doesn't mean I trust these people," he muttered to Alyn. "Gods, I hate Braavos. Memories of Lady Aranya don't help either. The sooner we leave this place, the better." "I do not know Piers Bettley," Alyn said, his eyes glancing around warily, trying to watch everything, "but my maester taught me much about him. And he is not a man to trust. Not because he is dishonourable, but because he views his causes as greater than the lives of you and I. And who knows what can happen when that is the case?" |
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Post by The Smith on Aug 31, 2008 0:43:57 GMT -5
Leaning close into Brynden's chest, her breasts pushed into his chest, as an arm wrapped around her neck. Moving her red lips close to his ear she whispered, "There is nothing I want in Braavos," she chuckled deep and throaty, "...well there was nothing I desired in Braaovs. This city is as close as I am allowed home, when I am full with such tantalizing knowledge."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5