House Avalon

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Devon and Dougal arrive, entering the inn's common room while their company took the horses to the stables.

Devon looked around, then spotted an empty table fairly close to the bar. The two sat down heavily, glad to be done with today's ride. "I need a fucking drink... how about you, son?"

Dougal nodded. "The biggest ale they've got."

Devon waved for a barmaid as the rest of their group came, four guards and two servants, taking up a larger table nearby. "Ale for all of us. It's been a damn long day."

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A barmaid welcomed the Lannister knights and escorted them to the bar, where she brought out two large tankards of ale. She was a pretty thing, with long chestnut curls and big doe eyes.

There was much chatter from other drinkers and diners. From across the hall, the second-in-command, Lettie, looked at the Lannisters with some interest, and resolved to speak with them soon. King's Landing had not seen lions in a long time.

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"Ah, my thanks," Devon nodded to the barmaid, while Dougal eyed her with a smile.

Devon turned his attention to the rest of the room, taking note of those who had looked them over on their way in. He lightly kicked Dougal's chair, wrenching the boy's attention from the cute barmaid, and spoke in a low tone. "Keep your wits about you, son, I'm not sure if all the looks we got coming in here were so friendly."

Dougal nodded, and took a long swig of ale.

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The doe-eyed girl flashed Ser Dougal a smile and then Lettie came and took over. The girl moved on to the next customer, casting Dougal a slightly wistful look.

"You look like westermen," Lettie said with a smile, after introducing herself. "What brings you to King's Landing?"

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Devon looked up from his ale, and pushed out a seat for the lady. "Yes, I'm Ser Devon Lannister, and this is my son, Ser Dougal." Dougal nodded to Lettie, and Devon continued. "We were at the tournament in Duskendale, at least until it was called off. I'm sure word has spread already, some demented fuck poisoned the meals, and killed several people. Even children."

Both shook their heads, and Dougal took another gulp of ale.

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"That is awful!" Lettie said, looking both appropriately horrified and genuinely curious. "Who died? And how many? Was the murderer caught?"

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"I never heard the final toll. All I know is it was too many. Even one is too many..." Devon sighed. "Suspicions were all over the place, last I heard. A few mentioned the Martell woman hiding across the sea."

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"That Dornish bitch?" Lettie said. She had a deep-seated prejudice against the Dornish, or "sandies", to take the popular slur for them. "Wouldn't be surprised."

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Devon shrugged. "Nor I, but I doubt it's so certain. Could have been anyone with a score to settle, and she makes such a perfect scapegoat." He took another swig of ale, while Dougal sat quietly, staring into his. The tragedy had hit the boy hard, having never witnessed anything of the like before. "Either way, there was little we could do to help. You can't fight poison with a sword and shield. So we're on our way back to the Hill."

[lukien]

Lucien enters the inn and crosses the commen room to take a seat nearby the two Lannisters. Waving a serving girl over he asks for a tankard of ale. He sits back and survey's the room as he sips his drink.

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Devon shrugged. "Nor I, but I doubt it's so certain. Could have been anyone with a score to settle, and she makes such a perfect scapegoat." He took another swig of ale, while Dougal sat quietly, staring into his. The tragedy had hit the boy hard, having never witnessed anything of the like before. "Either way, there was little we could do to help. You can't fight poison with a sword and shield. So we're on our way back to the Hill."

"The Hill, ser?" Lettie was confused. "Do you mean the Rock?"

Lucien enters the inn and crosses the commen room to take a seat nearby the two Lannisters. Waving a serving girl over he asks for a tankard of ale. He sits back and survey's the room as he sips his drink.

A girl brings him his tankard with a smile.

A wealthy armorer was sitting with a friend, and eyed Lucien's shield. The Templetons were a famously wealthy and powerful knightly family...

"Well met, ser," the armorer hailed Lucien with a smile. "I am Denyo, an armorer in this great city." Denyo had a large and well equipped smithy on the Street of Steel.

[lukien]

"Well met Denyo" Lucien said as he eyed the armorer up and down. "What news is there around the city, I've just arrived from my family's estates in the Vale and haven't heard the latest gossip."

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Denyo came and sat with him, waving his acquaintance off. "Well, now, what would you like to hear? There is always something happening in King's Landing. Most recently, the Master of Ships lost his wife to poison at the Mistress of Laws' tournament, though that didn't happen in Duskendale."

[lukien]

Lucien arches his eyebrow," Interesting. Any more gossip concerning that event? Oh, and on a side note I have need of a new set of armor, do you by chance forge swords?" He smiles at Denyo with a sparkle in his eye.

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"Not much less, sadly. It'd make for a juicy story, no? But I can say yes to that armor. I am the best in this city, I must confess, and no one can armor you in steel so fine as mine. And your sword too, ser, none finer."