House Avalon

[Tallahar]

If I do this quest I will feel proud to serve Tallahar again. Looking at the Maester, "I agree to come."

[The Smith]

Dustin smiled, "We leave on the Cracked Skull in a week."

[Tallahar]

"I'll be out on the docks in a weeks time."

[The Smith]

Dustin smiled and walked away.

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A great party of Vale knights arrive for the upcoming Queen's Tourney and the wedding. Ser Vance Hardyng, the Knight of Diamonds, looks delighted at the staff of the upscale inn. Ser Jonas Waxley, Ser Gerold Templeton, and young Lord Harry Belmore are the chief members of the party. They take rooms and descend to the common room after refreshing themselves, relaxing and drinking and talking about the upcoming tourney.

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Leony, with his trademark purple tresses, purple earring studs, and purple boots, sashayed into the Avalon and got a drink, laughing with the girls and eyeing some of the knights appreciatively while he sipped his Scarlet Harlot.

[Horas]

Two Riverlanders enter House Avalon, talking and laughing amongst themselves. One bears a scantily clad maiden on his shield and the other a silver eagle. Ser Jory Piper approaches the bar, his Mallister friend with him.

"Fancy place," Jory comments to the barkeep, looking casually around, "What've you got to drink?"

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"Our cocktails are quite good, ser, I must admit," Lettie began with a smile, but Leony, who was sitting on stool beside Jory, said with a smile, "Get him another Scarlet Harlot, Lettie, on me." He turned to Jory with a smile. "Have you just come to King's Landing, my dear ser? If you have been in the city before today, then it is a great tragedy we have not met. I am Leony, of Oldtown."

[Horas]

Jory regards the Oldtown man with something akin to amusement. "We arrived a few days back," he says, examining the Scarlet Harlot with interest, not quite sure what to call it. "Thanks for the, uh, drink. I'm Ser Jory Piper." He offers his hand.

Jory's companion nods at the man as well. "Are you here for the tourney then, Ser?" he asks.

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The Scarlet Harlot was made of three shots of white rum, one shot of lime juice and pomegranate juice - which turned the drink dark as blood - and three dashes of angostura and some strange pepper, garnished with a mint sprig.

"Ah, a Piper, of course. I must say, I love your shield," Leony said admiringly. "Though I think I would look better on it, myself. She is pretty, but I am prettier."

"I'm not a "ser", I'm afraid," Leony smiled. "But I am here for the tourney, yes. I am the greatest dressmaker in the realm, and am stitching Lady Jeyne's gowns, as well as for other ladies." He looked Jory over. "You do have a fine form. I think you need silk breeches, though, not these awful woolen ones."

[Horas]

Jory's companion, the Mallister, looks extremely awkward at the latest turn in conversation. "Um... I'll take something strong," he tells Lettie, hurriedly looking away from the strange purple man.

Piper himself only laughs. "Alas, Master Leony, but I am taken." He taps the lady on his shield. "Desdemona would kill me if I ever cheated on her, I'm afraid. She's quite the jealous wench." He takes a sip of the Harlot. "This is good, though. Reminds me of a drink I had in Sunspear once. Barkeep said it tasted so good because he mixed the rum with the blood of Reachmen, and I nearly spit the damn thing out. Couldn't have been more than twelve or thirteen at the time."

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Lettie winked at Robb Mallister - he looked delicious - and poured him a strong beer.

"I would be jealous too if I were Desdemona," Leony said lightly. "Who wouldn't? You're the finest man in this room. I have never held a blade, but I would be quite willing to fight Desdemona for you. I am so much sweeter than she is, dahling." He grinned and winked.

"The blood of Reachmen? The Dornish get a lot of things wrong, but that bartender was right when he said our blood was the best." Leony said. "I'll buy you another one of those. It's quickly becoming my favorite drink here."

[Horas]

Jory downs the Scarlet Harlot. "Right you are, Leony. It ain't half bad." He seems content to let the dressmaker wax poetic about him as long as he was buying. "So you're a tailor? I think I'm fine with the clothes I have, but Robb here could use a new doublet, I'm sure. Something with a lot of lace and frills would suit him about right." He grins.

Robb chokes on his drink at that, then glares at his friend. "Jory mispoke. I do not need any clothes." He feels suddenly foolish and mumbles something under his breath before turning back to the pretty bartender, which only makes him feel more awkward. "So, err... do you like the city?" he asks Lettie, then mentally curses himself at the stupidity of the question.

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Leony chuckled, giving Robb an admiring once over. "He looks so mantastic that the lace and frills would do him no harm," Leony purred. He laughed at Robb's reply. "You don't need any clothes, sweetling? That suits me just fine, though perhaps we will have to move to a more private place."

Lettie laughed. "Leave him be, Leony. And yes, Ser Robb, I like the city. Sometimes. It's the only place I've ever known, anyway."

[Horas]

Robb's ears flush a bright shade of red. He stares into his drink so intently one might think there is a golden dragon hidden at the bottom of it, then seems to decide that the best way to respond to the crazy man is to ignore him.

"Oh, right," Robb continues awkwardly, "I've never been to King's Landing. I mean, before now, obviously, because, uh, I'm here." His ears become an even brighter shade of red. "But I'm going to be competing in the tourney."

Jory nods affirmatively. "He'll be placing second in every event." His confident grin leaves little doubt on who he thinks will be placing first.