Streets of King's Landing

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Curious, Galahad investigates, cutting through an alley. He peers around the corner, to see what the commotion is.

[The Drowned God]

Down the alley, beside a makeshift stall set up for peddling wares, a man is lying on the ground in a puddle of blood. Two men are near him, they stand in stunned silence for a moment, staring at the body.

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Galahad goes wide-eyed, but keeps his senses. If he shouts now, they'll likely run. Doing his best to sneak upon them. If they notice him, he'll give chase, otherwise, when in a close distance, he'll approach them noticeably, hand's raised.

[The Drowned God]

The two men don't notice Galahad approaching, so transfixed on the body before them. When he finally makes himself known to them, neither run. One of the man is large, with a thick brow, small, beady eyes and a sad face. The other man is narrow faced, with a large beak shaped nose and a tight mouth.

They look up at Galahad, then look back at the body.

"I didn't do nothing, I didn't do nothing." The large man starts repeating over and over again.

The beak-nosed man glares at the large man. "Ye know jes' what ye did, Ben."

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

"Tell me what happened," Galahad demands, urgently, his eyes flickering from the dead body back up to the men.

[The Drowned God]

"This big oaf 'ere just stabbed this man without no good reason, Ser. Jes' started arguing with 'im saying 'e 'ad something o' 'is," said the beak-nosed man, jabbing a finger into the large man's shoulder repeatedly as he spoke tp punctuate his words.

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

"Where is this weapon? Are you his accomplice?" Galahad said, closing the distance. He turned to the big man, "Is this true?" he says readying his raised hand to grab his sword over his back.

[The Drowned God]

"Accomplice? Fuck no, ain't nothin' to do with me, 'e's the one what did it. 'E threw 'is dagger down that way," the beak-nosed man said, pointing down a dark side alley. "No point in askin' 'im nothin', thick as a brick this chap, thick as."

The large continued to stare at the body and mutter that he hadn't done anything.

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Galahad squinted his eyes in suspicion. "I want ye both to come with me," he said, drawing his swords. "Go on, start walking." He gestured down the alley to where the man said the dagger was thrown.

[The Drowned God]

The beak-nosed man started to walk down the dark alley, but the larger man stayed where he was unmoving.

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Galahad raised a hand and told the beak man to stop. "Come now, lad, we'll see the right of this," he said gently to the large man. "If you did not do this, who did?"

[The Drowned God]

The larger man did not answer.

"Don't bother, mate, I've seen this one do this for hours, I 'ave, just stands there repeating 'imself and don't know nothing going on around 'im."

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Galahad did not trust the second man at all. "You'll both come with me," he said again and finally, as he began to push the large man down the ally with his free hand, his sword still read.

The first Gold Cloak he saw he'd alert for support.

[The Drowned God]

The beak-nosed man shot a look at the larger man, who suddenly, and with surprising grace for a man his size, jumped back, away from Ser Galahad, and pulled out a sword in one fluid motion.

The other man did the same, and soon Ser Galahad was faced by two armed men.

"No, you come with us," said the larger man, in a deep, angry voice, the dim look gone from his face, "and you won't be hurt."

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Galahad laughed, drawing his other sword. "You must be as dumb witted as you played on to be. So, before this turns spoiled, how about you tell me what happened."