The Fair

[The Drowned God]

Wulf takes a bite, chewing the crunchy apple and wiping the syrup from around his mouth with the back of his hand. "Too sweet," he said, before he had fully finished chewing.

[The Flint]

A young man and a young woman, almost identical, go flying through the crowd, and bump into Wulf.

"Thousand pardons milord." says the woman smiling shyly.

[The Drowned God]

Wulf grinned at the young lady and waved away the apology, "worse things have come flying at me. Sweetened apple?" he asked, offering the one he had bitten into.

[The Flint]

She takes the apple and bites it. "oooh. Too sweet for my taste milord." She hands it to her look like, who tastes it. "Mmmm that is good." he says. His sister punches him on the arm.

"Thank you Lord....?" She says, inquiring after his name.

[The Drowned God]

"Ser Wulf," he said, "and we are in agreement; it is too sweet." He sent a frown towards the apple woman, but took out two coppers anyway and paid for the apple.

He grins as the girl punches her brother, "and who are you two?"

[The Flint]

"I'm Vara." She says.

"I'm Jax." He says. They grin.

"What was all that fuss about, you looked like you were about to behead that pompous lordly fellow." Vara says, "That'd have been so very... impressive."

[The Drowned God]

Wulf chuckled. "You are easily impressed then, Tully is nothing more than a puffed up fish. It is no task to slay a fish, is it?"

"The puff fish has been given too much power, and giving a man like that power is like giving a child a sword: He doesn't know how to use it, but that won't stop him from doing so."

[The Flint]

"If you say so good ser." she said with a sly smile. "Those guards of his didn't look puffy."

[The Drowned God]

"Well no, but then the puff fish would be rather deflated if he didnt have his swords at his back. But in any case, they would have been minor inconveniances." He winked.

"And what has you two running around like that?" he seemed to be talking to both of them, but he did not look away from the young woman.

[The Flint]

"Just taking in the sights." Jax says, "Quite a fair they put on, musta been bloody expensive huh?"

[The Drowned God]

Wulf shrugged, "a drop in the ocean of debt, I imagine."

[The Flint]

Vara laughed lightly, "Terribly witty, Ser Wulf." She fluttered again. "Is there a Mrs. Ser Wulf Pyke?" She asked delicately.
Jax smirked.

[The Drowned God]

Like a predator who's prey had just wandered into his den and asked what part of its body the predator deemed most delicious; Wulf licked his lips.

"There is not, I have found none suitable. I am not easily pleased, though now and then things catch my eye."

[The Flint]

"Tsk tsk, tsk, all men are easily pleased." She smiled. "C'mon sis, we gotta go." Jax said, grabbing his sister by the wrist.

"later Good Ser," She said with a smile, waving as her brother dragged her into the crowd.

[House Lefford]

Lord Chester Willum strode through the tourney fair finishing a meat pie in one hand and drinking from a rather large goblet of wine from the other.