Gold Cloak's Donjon

[The Smith]

The main headquarters and barracks for the Gold Cloaks in King's Landing.

[The Smith]

A runner summons Prince Maekar to the Donjon.

[Fel]

Prince Maekar arrives, trailed by a couple of his house guards.

[The Smith]

A fat Knight in a gold cloak stood and approached the Prince, "My Prince I am Ser Bobbi, pleased to met you."

[Fel]

Maekar nodded, "and you, Ser Bobbi. What is that you called me down here for?"

[The Smith]

"Several of your men were arrested last night in a brawl in a tavern. They are all rather badly beaten, but they are all in the cells down stairs." Ser Bobbi replied.

[Fel]

Maekar's mouth thinned. "Show me to them."

[The Smith]

Ser Bobbi leads Maekar down into the dungeons, chatting about the weather, and the King's Tourney.

As the walk down a long corridor toward a large cell Maekar recognizes five of his men. Two are collapsed on the ground, backs to the wall watching. Three are standing stripped of their shirts listing raptly to another man with a bald head, and a blue beard braided down to his navel. He is tall, and lean like a walking staff.

The bald man seems to demonstrating on one of the other prisoners. "Strike here. It immediately knocks the wind from the honorable opponent. Then you crush the honorable opponent's throat." He demonstrates by shifting the blow, and landing an elbow to the larynx. "If the honorable opponent still stands." He brings his head in to demonstrate a head butt. "If all three are done correctly in sequence, no force will still stand."

[Fel]

Maekar cleared his throat angrily to announce his presence to his men.

[The Smith]

The men all leaped to attention. They were covered in bruises, and most of them had black eyes. They were clearly ashamed to be standing before them. The bald man with the blue beard moved to the bar, and bowed his head. "You are Maekar of the Eyrie? Is it true you have seen the eagles fly from above?"

[Fel]

Maekar turned to the goldcloak. "Who is this?" he asked with annoyance, pointing at bluebeard.

[The Smith]

"That is the man who your men got into a fight with your lord." Ser Bobbi's face was pale.

"I am Tonio of Lorath. It is a pleasure." The man spoke with out being asked.

[Fel]

"This man beat five of my men, alone?" he asked, his annoyance turning to intrigue. The men in the cell had been some of his best guards.

[The Smith]

Ser Bobbi nodded, "Every couple of days he ends up in here. Luckily he respects the law and comes in with us when we ask. And the floggings barely seem to bother him. If it were not for the fact he rarely starts the boats, we would be hanging him."

[Fel]

"I see," he said, considering Tonio.

"Ser Bobbi, I would like my men released, if you have no further issue with them, except for that one," he said, pointing to one of the seriously injured men. "This is Haggart's second brawl. When he wakes up strip him of his uniform and tell him he is no longer in my employ, and then do as you wish with him."

"I would also like this Tonio of Lorath released into my care."