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swammeyjoe Most Devout ????!? ?$ ? Posts: 2,296	House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 0:09:56 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 13, 2007 0:09:56 GMT -5 Randal looks over at the singer and smiles in recognition of the tale. He slowly begins to sip the drinks, and soon after orders another Courtesan, preferring it over the Scarlet Harlot.
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Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 0:11:24 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2007 0:11:24 GMT -5 Dacey skillfully mixed another Courtesan for him, and Symond was treated to the Scarlet Harlot. "Will my lord be staying in the city for long?"

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House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 0:17:08 GMT -5

Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 13, 2007 0:17:08 GMT -5

Randal gives her a smile, and responds, "Afraid not, good lady, I will need to return to the West, after the war, people may get ideas, and it's my job to make sure those ideas stay as ideas.." He finishes his drink and orders a third.

ooc: How potent are the drinks, Randal isn't the best with his liquor, but he can keep a decent bit down.

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House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 0:20:09 GMT -5

Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2007 0:20:09 GMT -5

Pleased that the Lannister lord kept ordering the expensive drinks, Dacey willingly made him another Courtesan, and suggested sweetly that he might like to try Shade of the Night as well.

"The westerlands are lucky to have a lord such as you, my lord."

swammeyjoe Most Devout ????!? ?$ ? Posts: 2,296	House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 0:22:02 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by swammeyjoe on Nov 13, 2007 0:22:02 GMT -5 Randal sips his drink, taking his time, but not speaking, listening to the songs that the singer in the corner happens to be playing.
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House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 20:42:47 GMT -5

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The diners at the longtables, wealthy merchants and nobles, are abuzz with the latest news: the Dawn Raider's trial. One trader swears that he is to be beheaded at dawn by Lady Blackheart. Lord Rosby's son says scornfully that the verdict is nothing like that - Lord Tallahar is to become a fool in motley, it is known.

They shake their heads regretfully and discuss at length the woes of treachery.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 21:15:26 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 13, 2007 21:15:26 GMT -5 Erik wanders in after leaving the trial and sits at the bar. "What a tiresome farce you Greenlanders put on in the name of justice." He says to no one in particular.
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Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 21:44:08 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2007 21:44:08 GMT -5 "What is it?" Dacey smiled. She rather liked this reaver. "Is it news of the trial?" one of the merchants called out. "Yes, what news?" Dacey asked.

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House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 21:54:37 GMT -5

Post by Erik on Nov 13, 2007 21:54:37 GMT -5

"Lord Tallahar's to take the Black," Erik tells the room, "Though he yelled something about a trial by combat, I don't think it was an option at that point. Verdict had already been given, after all. Damn shame. If I'm not going to see a decent fight, I'll need a decent drink."

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Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 21:57:37 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2007 21:57:37 GMT -5 Dacey fluttered her lashes and smiled. "Mead?" One of the men growled, "I wouldn't mind seeing a decent fight."

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House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 22:02:41 GMT -5

Post by Erik on Nov 13, 2007 22:02:41 GMT -5

"Something stronger, I think, darlin'. Surprise me." Erik tells Dacey with a grin.

He turns to the man who spoke and says, "Most men wouldn't. But I hear the Dawn Raider's no easy mark, might be a bit harder to find someone to do the fighting."

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Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 22:11:45 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2007 22:11:45 GMT -5 "No sweet mead? It must have been a hard trial if m'lord wants a stiff drink." She poured a pint of Dornish golden ale, a strong ale that had a sweet aftertaste that hinted of blood oranges, peaches and citrus.

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House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 22:20:30 GMT -5

Post by Erik on Nov 13, 2007 22:20:30 GMT -5

Erik sniffs the drink and frowns, then takes a swig of it. He seems to ponder the taste before swallowing, and says, "Well, it tastes like something a child would drink, but you can tell there's some kick to it. Not bad." He takes another swig, sets his glass down, and continues, "Every trial you Greenlanders have is a trial for an Ironman to sit through, I expect. The Drowned God would not look kindly on such tedium, I expect."

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From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
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Deleted Deleted Member Posts: 0	House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 22:23:42 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2007 22:23:42 GMT -5 "We have good plain beer if you prefer. Oddly, it's more expensive." Dacey sat across the counter. "What do you ironborn do? Settle it with axes and pissing contests?"

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	House Avalon Nov 13, 2007 22:27:50 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Nov 13, 2007 22:27:50 GMT -5 "So you've been to the islands, then, obviously?" Erik answers with a grin.
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