Pyke Hall

[Fel]

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Ser Wulf Pyke and Aranya Greenstone enter Pyke Hall, sweaty from their fight in the training yard.

"Two ales, Germin," Ser Wulf says to the bartender as he passes by to take a seat at one of the long tables that fill the hall, "and keep them coming until you see this noble lady beside me slide to the ground in a pool of her own piss and vomit." He barked out a laugh.

[Flex]

"Noble? Bollocks!" Aranya says, sitting down on one of the stools. "Perhaps by title but you'll have dragons flying over Westeros before you see me acting nobly."

[Fel]

Wulf laughed as Germin brought them the ales. He clanged his mug into Aranya's and drank deep.

[Flex]

She raised her glass and emptied half of it before setting it down again. "Not bad." She said, nodding at the ale. "Special brew?"