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Post by Flex on Nov 25, 2009 18:40:57 GMT -5
A tavern that caters for roughians and sellswords.
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Post by Flex on Nov 25, 2009 18:41:33 GMT -5
Prince Daeron, wearing his cheapest clothes, enters the tavern and scans the room for any sellswords that may be alone or in pairs.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 25, 2009 18:50:31 GMT -5
There are three men alone, and one pair.
The first man sits in his cheer eating a bowl of stew quickly. He shovels it into his mouth with a great deal of gusto. His armor is made of leather and steel, but his helm is a bear's skull laid over steel. His axe would stand taller then himself.
The Second man is fat, and his silks barely cling tight to his bulk. He carries the blade of a bravo, and has more daggers on his wide belt then Daeron thought possible.
The third man is dry, and neat. He folds a napkin three times precisely before he wipes away crumbs from the corner of his pinched mouth. He is dressed in the clothes of any Westerosi, and his long sword and shield look familar to any knight.
The pair is two dirty lumpy men, who stare at the other patrons of the inn curiously. They whisper back and forth in raspy tones.
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Post by Flex on Nov 25, 2009 18:53:32 GMT -5
Daeron strode over to the first man, the one with the bear helm, and sits. "Two ales, wench!" He shouts to the serving maid.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 25, 2009 19:06:56 GMT -5
The man scratched his nose, "Did ya just call me a wench?" he asked in a coarse bellow.
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Post by Flex on Nov 25, 2009 19:09:04 GMT -5
"Not you, friend." Daeron said, shaking his head. "I meant her." He said, pointing at the behind that was retreating from them. "You look like a thirsty man."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 25, 2009 19:12:08 GMT -5
The man nodded and licked his lips.
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Post by Flex on Nov 25, 2009 19:12:48 GMT -5
Daeron smiled and waited for the ales. "That's a pretty big axe you have there..."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 25, 2009 19:18:18 GMT -5
"Aye its twice me size." he barked.
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Post by Flex on Nov 25, 2009 19:19:45 GMT -5
"It looks mighty sharp too." Daeron added. "Say, would you be seeking employment?"
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Post by The Smith on Nov 25, 2009 19:20:49 GMT -5
"Yep." He replied.
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Post by Flex on Nov 25, 2009 19:24:14 GMT -5
"And for how much can I interest you?" Daeron asked, lifting the tankard to his lips.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 25, 2009 19:25:20 GMT -5
"800" He replied.
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Post by Flex on Nov 25, 2009 19:28:57 GMT -5
"Stags, dragons?" Daeron asked.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 25, 2009 19:37:25 GMT -5
"Dragons"
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