House Avalon

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Lettie smiled at the reaver. "Would you like a beer?" she asked softly.

[Princess Ariel Targaryen]

Emelia nodded. "I'll have a chance to shock the world again, how could I miss it?" she responded.

"And of course the singer's song was a beauty. I'm certain he'll modify the verses appropriately for the wedding, if he chooses to sing at it." Her lips retained the slight smile that suggested she might be pleased, but it was hard to tell.

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"Good idea," Aranya said. She hailed Symond the singer over, and Dacey glided over as well.

"Is aught amiss, Lady Royce?"

"No," Aranya assured Dacey. She turned to Symond. "Singer, the Princess approved of your song. Would you accept the offer to sing at the wedding of Lord Jon Royce and Princess Doria Martell?"

[Fel]

elane said:

Lettie smiled at the reaver. "Would you like a beer?" she asked softly.

Lucas shook his head, "Oh no really-" he started to say, but he looked into Lettie's eyes and his shoulders slumped. "Oh yes, I suppose that would be best. But first I would like to know your name, m'lady."

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"It's Lettie," she said, laughing. She poured him a full mug of beer. "I prefer this stuff myself. All that fancy stuff is for the noble folk," she waved around the inn. "And who am I speaking to? You look like a man of the sea."

[Fel]

"An aptly pretty name," Lucas grinned, relieved to have ale to drink. "Then you should have a mug with me," he added.

He shrugged at her question. "By blood I suppose, though I have lived away from the sea most my life. I am Ser Lucas Harlaw." He said.

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"I can't have a mug, but I'm happy to chat while you drink yours. The drinks are for the customers," Lettie twinkled.

She blinked when he said his name. What had I been saying about nobles? She tried to remember, and then hoped that he didn't. "So...you're ironborn, my lord?"

[Horas]

elane said:

"No," Aranya assured Dacey. She turned to Symond. "Singer, the Princess approved of your song. Would you accept the offer to sing at the wedding of Lord Jon Royce and Princess Doria Martell?"

"It would be my pleasure, m'lady," Symond says with a sweeping bow, "When will the wedding ceremony be?"

[Erik]

Erik Pyke had decided to take a walk about the city. Pyke Hall was a perfectly good place, but a change of scenery was in order. He spots House Avalon, enters, and approaches the bar. "Have you got mead?" He asks.

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Aranya glances at Princess Emelia to answer Symond's question.

Dacey smiled at this new customer - another ironborn, by the look of him - and served him a flagon of golden mead. "New to King's Landing?" she asked with a smile.

[Erik]

Erik takes a sip of his drink and smiles. It was hard to find truly good mead in the city. "Not really, girlie. Been here a few months, have a place down by the harbor. Pyke Hall, you heard of it?"

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"Of course I have," Dacey laughed. "The only reason I asked, laddie, is because King's Landing mead is shite. You're lucky you're drinking yours here, or you'd be off somewhere vomiting your innards."

[Erik]

"We Ironmen are made of stronger stuff than that." Erik says with a smirk. "And even if we should vomit and pass out, we only rise again, harder and drunker."

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"I'm not sure about the harder, but I'll believe the drunker part," Dacey said. "All men are made the same."

[Fel]

elane said:

"I can't have a mug, but I'm happy to chat while you drink yours. The drinks are for the customers," Lettie twinkled.

She blinked when he said his name. What had I been saying about nobles? She tried to remember, and then hoped that he didn't. "So...you're ironborn, my lord?"

"Aye, that's what they'd call me, though I've spent most my life growing up in the Riverlands." Lucas answers, oblivious to the other Ironborn who has entered.

"But I'd much prefer to hear your own story then sit here telling mine." A wide smile on his face.