The Dozen Kegs

[The Smith]

The King smiled at the Ironborn, "Of course Lord Harlaw, have a seat and a wench." He winked, "Take any but mine. But that red-haired one over there scratches like a vixen."

[Fel]

Qhored took a seat, but did not look at any of the women.

"I've come to speak with you about the Shields, it's time the matter was dealt with. I propose single combat between myself and Lord Oakheart, with no champions to fight in our stead and no quarter to be given. It will be a quick and clean solution to the matter, and the islands will go to the truest warrior."

[The Smith]

The King laughed, "So let me guess... You don't are bring that idea to Yancey because he will laugh you out of the room." He put a finger to his beard and thought about it. "I do not like forcing that idea upon Oakheart. I have to rule the woman as well as men."

[Fel]

Qhored snorted, "what a reasonable ruler you are."

He stood. "The matter will have to be dealt with some other way," he said darkly as he turned to go.

[The Smith]

"Just get Oakheart to agree to the fight." Rodrick added, "He seems like a warrior."

[Flex]

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With nothing better to do, Lord Darien Greenstone enters the tavern and orders himself an ale. He takes a look around the room, seeing if there is anyone he still recognizes.

[The Flint]

In the corner, sipping an ale is Thaddeus Thatcher, watching the goings on around the usual table of the King and his entourage with limited interest.

[Flex]

Seeing no one he truly remember, Darien decides to see if the fellow in the corner would like some company. Making his way over to the table he smiles politely. "So alone your table, ser? Perhaps I can liven up your evening."

[The Flint]

"if your propositioning me on behalf of a whore who works for you, my answer is a conditional yes. If your propositioning on behalf of yourself, than no thank you I am not of that persuasion."

[Flex]

Darien laughs. "Oh, I didn't mean it to sound like that! It's just I'm back here in the city since a long long time and am in need of a friendly spirit to talk to." He points at an empty glass of whiskey at a nearby table. "I'm afraid those spirits won't do."

[The Flint]

"If you find them talking back, it is best that you stop drinking immediately, that much is true." Thatcher said. "Where were you, that you are just recently returning?"

[Flex]

Darien smiled and decided it was safe to sit. Taking a large sip from his ale he replied "I've been holed up in my castle for almost the last ten years. Stonedance, if you've heard of it. Well, now I find it's time to set aside the life of a hermit, albeit one who somehow manages to raise plenty of children, and see what life is like on the outside again. So far I'm not too impressed."

[The Flint]

The man nodded vigorously, "Must be nice, having a place to retire, get away from it all eh? Stonedance, that makes you.... Greenstone, I believe, replaced Massey after the war with the eastern invaders. Pleasure to meet you."

[Flex]

"Darien Greenstone it is. And the time out was sorely needed... that war changed everyone." He replied, extending his hand. "Excuse my ignorance, but I do not know of your name."

[The Flint]

"Why should you?" the man replied, "I'm distinctly unknowable. Thaddeus. Thaddeus Thatcher. Pleasure," He poured some ale from a pitcher into the Lord of Stonedance's cup.