House Avalon

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"You have a real Dothrookie?" Dacey's eyes went round again. "Where?" Then she restrained herself. "That must be why she chose my lord then."

[Erik]

"She's right down at Pyke Hall, I expect. But there wasn't much choosing going on on her end. She was the best looking girl on the ship we hit on the way to Braavos, is all."

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"Ah, I see," Dacey smiled. "So are you leaving to Bear Island then, my lord?"

[Erik]

"Soon, I think. I'll be stopping in Lannisport for the tourney. And next time I'm in King's Landing I shall have to come back here."

[The Flint]

"A second job? What do you mean" Flea inquired, sitting up at attention.

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"Yes, you will," Dacey winked with a roguish smile.

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"Well, apart from the rat-catching, I'd have you check out our rivals. The last time, that was our downfall. No longer. We'd pay you to scout out the other best inns in the city - what ale and beer they serve, what food, who the cooks are - and report back to us."

[The Flint]

Flea seemed to consider the offer with more seriousness than a young boy was normally capable of.

"If I take your coin Milord will be angry at me. He says I work for him and nobody else. But he likes it when I tell him things I've seen or heard. So maybe..." He looks up with hopefully eyes. "If I tell you about these other places, you can tell me about the things that happen here. Important people come here and milord is always interested in important people. What they say and do, if we can do it that way than he'll reward me too!" Flea giggles when he realizes his last sentence rhymed.

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Lettie didn't look too pleased at this. "Our discretion is what sets us apart. Still, perhaps we can negotiate with Lord Varner over this. Give me time to think on it and speak with Dacey."

[The Flint]

"Okay!" Flea says, reaching up and giving Lettie a hug. "Milord is the most diss-creet of anyone ,I'm sure you'll be happy."

[Horas]

A tall copper skinned man enters House Avalon, trailed by a pale looking youth carrying several bags. The man casts a glance around the room, then, apparently deeming it acceptable, walks over to the bar.

"I would like to rent a room," the man says. His command of the common tongue is very good, but a faint eastern accent clings to his words.

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"Welcome to King's Landing," Dacey said. She disguised her curiosity behind a professional voice, but she couldn't help a second glance as she led him to a room on the upper floor. Was he a Dothrookie? A Kertheen? One of those slaver folks from Yoohai? But she was too polite to ask.

She clicked open a door to one of the handsome bedrooms upstairs. "Will this do?"

[The Flint]

A cloaked figure, with cowl covering his face entered the Avalon. The fringe of his cloak was torn and fringed, and there was dust on his boots as if he'd ridden a ways to be here.

"Is Lettie here?"

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One of the boys who worked there gave the cloaked figure a curious look, and then directed him to the bar by the main dining area.

Lettie was polishing glasses when the stranger came over. "Good evening, ser. What can I get for you today?"

[The Flint]

"A young boy in my service may have been by and made you some trouble. I wanted to come by... discretely... and offer you my thanks for treating him well."

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Lettie politely motioned for him to follow her, and another girl took her place behind the bar. Lord Varner was taken into a private room behind the bar, and Dacey soon joined them.

"We're happy to treat your boy, my lord," Lettie said. "He did make mention of an...arrangement."