Pyke Hall

[Fel]

The men notice that it doesn't taste like Dornish wine, and infact tastes quite bitter.

Rodrik snorts, "cooperation?"

[Tytos]

Doran spits the liquid out on the floor, and lets the glass drop and shatter at the same moment. He draws a scimitar in his left hand and holds it out to the barkeep's neck. "This good Ser here payed for Dornish wine, not this piss. You dare to swindle us, you scum?" He hisses angrily to the barkeep.

"Apologize to this man now, or it's your head." Doran threatened, keeping one eye on Rodrik.

[Fel]

The Dornishman had made a great mistake.

Within moments of drawing his blade, he was surrounded by about five Ironborn who likewise had their weapons bared, and the entire hall filled with Ironborn, who had all been keeping an eye on this stranger, were getting ready to jump in if needed. Rodrik too had his sword out and looked ready to spill blood, when Ser Wulf quickly reached the commotion.

"What the fuck are you doing Dornishman?" Wulf asked.

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

He sips the drink one more time before setting it down. "Doran, I appreciate the sentiment but please don't threaten the Pyke Hall barkeeper with every Ironman in King's Landing standing in the room."

[Erik]

Tyberion drinks the toast and makes small talk with the others he's sitting with.

When the Dornishman causes a commotion, his hand goes to his sword and he follows Wulf.

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"Oh, hello, Tyberion!" He raises his cup of Dornish blood to the Lannister. "It seems we can't meet without someone dying. Such is the path of the poweful and handsome, I'm told."

He just sits on his stool while Doran defends his honor.

[Tytos]

Doran lowers his blade, careful to not tempt any of the men holding swords. "A simple misunderstanding over our drink. I completely overreacted, as I'm prone to do." Doran states simply, as if he hadn't just threatened to kill the man.

[Erik]

"Frey." Tyberion replies, curtly.

[Fel]

Wulf growls at Doran, "get the fuck out of here. Show your head in this place again and you'll lose it."

[Lord Gaspard Yronwood]

"Aww, let him stay." He tosses a pouch on the counter. "Here, free drinks for the gallery and Doran's my responsiblity. If he acts up again, I pay for another round and he leaves. Deal?"

[Tytos]

Doran weighs his options for a moment before shaking his head. "No, I wouldn't want to infringe, Lord Frey. I have been told to leave, and I shall." He sheathed his sword and walked for the door, rough crowd.

[Fel]

Rodrik seethed, "you want to go too, Frey?" He smacked the pouch onto the ground.

[Fel]

Once Doran had left, Wulf turned to Rodrik. "Did you have Germun give them piss wine?" he asked with irritation, clearly this wasn't the first time such a thing would have happened.

Rodrik's grin could be described as half sheepish, half sinister. "They came to Pyke Hall and asked for Dornish wine! What sort of person does that?"

Wulf gave Rodrik a hard shove into a wall then walked back to his place at the table.

[Erik]

"Been too long since Sunspear was sacked, the stores are low?" Tyberion chuckles.

[Fel]

Rodrik grins at Tyberion, "we'll have to replenish our stock soon."