Oldtown Harbor

[The Flint]

The massive and bustling harbor of Oldtown. Hundreds of ships whose massive sails are colored with the heraldry of all nations and regions, make the waters of the dock look like an autumn forest.

[The Flint]

A fast ship from King's Landing Arrives at Oldtown Harbor and puts in. It's passengers unload, and are escorted to the Hightower.

[merchant]

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Luke Redwyne's ship, the Grapevine sails into the harbor, and docks.

Luke, along with a large looking Myrman, steps off the boat, and asks to speak with the Steward at the Hightower.

[Erik]

The Bitch of a Kraken docks at the harbor. Its crew unloads a variety of Eastern fineries, while Helya Greyjoy herself takes a few men and makes for the Citadel.

[The Flint]

Inspectors from the Lord of the Port's office arrive and carefully catalog every piece of merchandise, and register the names of all those who come ashore.

[Ser Jayk Redwyne]

Ser Paxter Redwyne leads the Far Reaches fleet, currently docked at Oldtown. Furman sailed a small coastrunner into the harbour, docking it before setting off in search of his brother.

[The Flint]

Paxter is aboard the great ship Grapes of Wrath, once sailed by the great Lord Peyton Redwyne.

[Ser Jayk Redwyne]

Upon finding his brother's Redwyne banner, Furman put on a jovial exterior and rushed onboard to meet his brother. After being admitted to see him by the guards, he said,

"Paxter! How goes the fleet? Looks like you've amassed something of an armada here. Any clues about who we'll be fighting?"

[The Flint]

"We're fighting Rodrick brother, where have you been? There's no word on where we'll sail though. For now we are to wait in reserve and protect the Strait."

[Ser Jayk Redwyne]

"Of course we're fighting Rodrick; but your fine fleet sitting here in Oldtown is not doing much of that, is it? The Strait seems to be doing a pretty good job of protecting itself, to my eye." He drew a loud breath in through his nose. "Can't think of much use it can be put to this far South. Dorne is not likely to cause trouble, and last I heard of it the Ironborn were not our enemies."

Furman took a conspiratorial step towards his brother and said in a quieter voice, "Could you spare me a few ships? It is my intention to sail closer to where battles might actually be fought; the Stormlands. I could hide out in a cove there easily enough, raid some of the King's shipping and perhaps capture a messenger or two. It would not require many ships; more than six would only make it difficult to remain unknown. There's a good chance that Rodrick's line of communication to Braavos runs through Sunspear; imagine what I might find out if I could intercept their discourse!"

He stepped back. "Of course, you could keep all the fleet here, rotting away and using our coin to drink and enjoy the harbour whores. It seems wasteful to me, but you are the admiral here."

[The Flint]

Paxter scowled. "Furman, We are not sitting here jerking off. We are under orders from our Lord Paramount. We are not reavers. Do not pursue this line of discussion any further."

[Ser Jayk Redwyne]

Furman threw up his hands; it was ambiguous whether this was frustration or an attempt to calm his brother. "I did not mean to imply that you were not under orders! And I did not say that I would be raiding for plunder. I merely meant that it would be extremely useful to know what our enemies were doing! Sitting here is not going to help us in that, and without knowing Rodrick's movements and support, particularly at sea, we are not going to be able to prepare for his attack." One round hand smashed against the nearest plank of solid wood.

"I see that you are set against my proposal, in any case. I will leave it there, for now." Changing the topic of conversation, Furman said, "Are there any good wines that have come to Oldtown, recently? I am looking to expand my stock; perhaps I'll run a trader up to Lannisport, they have the money to be good buyers."

[The Flint]

"The West is not our friend. Now is not the time to go shopping."

[Ser Jayk Redwyne]

"Dear me, I see that responsibility has not improved your demeanour, brother. So, the West is not our friend; does that mean that I am not allowed to take their coin? Bah, your sense of duty has driven all feelings of joy from you. Will you not share a bottle of Arbor Gold with me? Fear not, I brought my own, I know you tend to keep a poor cellar on your ships."

Looking at his brother's expression, Furman exclaimed, "What? There is a war on, I know, but you are hardly in the middle of fighting it here."

[The Flint]

"I will share a cup of wine brother. But you should think more about duty and less about wine." Paxter said firmly.