The Barracks of the Gold Cloaks

[The Flint]

The Barracks of the Gold Cloaks, where they conduct their business in their never ending effort to secure King's Landing from crime and conflict.

[The Flint]

A rat-faced fink of a man enters the barracks. He is wearing a brown roughspun tunic belted with a knotted rope, and hood.

"Looking for Lord Commander Corbray..." he says to the first guard he finds. " 've a message for him."

[Imry Willfyre]

"Who sent ya here and who are ya?", the guard said, eying the stranger.

[The Flint]

"None of your bloody business GoldCloak, Just send me to the Lord Commander if you please." The man said irritably.

[Imry Willfyre]

"Not my problem if he yells at ya fer wastin' his time", the goldcloak says, but leads him to Owen's office nonetheless.

[The Flint]

The man snorted, as if he could give a fart whether some goldcloak yelled at him. Once in the office, he gave a curt bow towards the Lord Commander, and removed a piece of parchment from the folds of his cloak.

"Lord Commander, message from your friend at the Red Keep. He says you're to memorize or write down the names on this list. Than I'm to take it back to him. Second, when your done with the list, he'll send me back to give you a second list, of the names you wanted for your investigation."

[Imry Willfyre]

Owen looked at the names of the paper. "Alright", he said as he scanned them. He withdrew a quill and ink and began to copy down the names.