Red Keep Training Yard

[Sam]

"Are you willing to defend that accusation with a blade, Damin Tyrell?" Samuel asked softly.

[Tallahar]

"Accusation what accusation? I'm just talking of the history of the sword Heartsbane?"

[Sam]

"Your implication was that I am a thief, do not speak to me as if I am a fool. I see this as a slight on my honor, so I ask you this. Will you face me with a blade in your hand to defend your implied accusation, or not? My House has a noble and honorable history, unlike your own, and I will not tolerate any shit from you, Tyrell," he said simply.

[Tallahar]

"I made no accusation and if you attack me you will be attacking a unarmed man with no lands and no title."

[Sam]

"Well then you had better watch your words, Tyrell, if you're not willing to defend them with steel. If you were in my land, I would cut out your tongue for slandering a nobleman, so I suppose you are lucky that we are not in the Reach," he said coldly, before turning away.

[Tallahar]

Damin shrugged. He walked back over to his niece and nephew, "This has been a rather eventful afternoon."

Bealor only nods.

[Tytos]

Doran enters the yard, instantly a stark contrast in his copper scales to everybody else's steel chain and plate mail. He wore two blunted scimitars, which had required a special order.

"So, anybody willing to cross blades with a Dornishman?" He shouted into the yard.

[Fel]

Wulf finally stopped laughing at Bealor a long while later.

Beside him, Bloody Kurt did not look amused, in fact he looked ready to cut Dawnrose down for his cowardice.

[Lord Howland Royce]

Howland shook his head at the Mander lord's actions, then looked at Tyberion, "Matters such as these are best discussed privately yes". He follows Tyberion after mounting his own horse.

[Quenton Baratheon]

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Having heard that Lord Danton Massey is working out in the yard, a fat boy of thirteen is ushered out to meet him. He is decked out in gold and red, with a lion on his breast contorted somewhat through the stretching of his bulging tunic.

Heading over to the new Lord Paramount of the West, the boy shows little fear. "My Lord," he calls.

[The Smith]

Massey is lounging in a chair, his booted feet crossed at the ankles. He is staring bored at the fights, "Yes?" He does not look at the boy but watches the training.

[Quenton Baratheon]

"My Lord," the boy repeats, "I am Godwin Lannister. I have been sent to squire for you." Noticing the man's complete inattention, he moves into his direct line of sight, blocking his view of most of the action. He bowed to the extent that his awkward body shape allowed.

[The Smith]

Massey's lock onto the boys face, and then slowly roll down his whole form, as soon as they reached the boy's boots they flcik off to the right studying a rack of training swords with interest. He says, "Do you think I did not know that? Find some one, and train with them. I need to get a measure of you boy."

[Quenton Baratheon]

The boy nodded and walked (waddled) over to the rack. Seizing a large, fairly heavy-looking sword, he casts his beady eyes around the yard, seeking a worthy (beatable) opponent. He spots an ugly-looking boy dressed like a commoner. He is already engaged in a fight with another lad, so to catch his attention Godwin pings a heavy handful of gravel at the back of his helm.

Distracted, Godwin's would-be opponent takes a painful blow on the arm from the lad he is fighting. He howls loudly, before storming over to Godwin.

"What in 'ell's name you playing at?" he whimpers angrily. He looks ready to throw a punch when Godwin says, "Put up your blade ser, my master would watch us fight." He nodded over at Lord Massey.

The other boy growled and rushed.

[Quenton Baratheon]

Having left the other boy a sprawling mess on the floor, Godwin turns to Lord Massey and bows.

"My Lord?" he says inquiringly on returning to his full height.