The Blue Manray

[Flex]

"And yet here I found them trying to leave Braavos, kind ser." Daeron replied to Frederick. "I think that says a lot about their intent."

[The Smith]

"Do you think I do not know that? I watched them leave with their bags packed, and knew they were going to run." Frederick replied, and he cast a warm look toward Marianne, "And after I offered them two very beneficial deals."

Tybolt growled in his throat, and the hand one his sword hilt turned white as he watched Storm.

Frederick Storm snickered, and continued, "But Prince, your inn was being watched. Because you are a prince, and connected with these two. You should have brought them, elsewhere."

[Flex]

"And who, pray tell, is watching?" Daeron asked off handedly. "The only persons these two have to worry about are men hired by Steffon."

[The Smith]

Frederick shook his head, and stared at Mari, "And you trust this buffoon over me?" He chuckled, and said aloud, "Do you know what a bounty is Prince?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

"This buffoon, as you so eloquently put it is my brother so yes, I do trust him. I always have."

[Flex]

"Do not try lecturing me on things." Daeron replied. "The plan was to get these two out as soon as possible. You cannot tell me somebody isn't watching your safe house either?"

[The Smith]

Frederick laughed, "I can tell you that. Because it is owned by an old, blind man of no importance, and not the current residence of the King of Westeros' brother." He snickered, and licked his lips, "Niamo Biene went running when he saw you returning with your guests. The man is an agent of several different houses in Dorne, but he will have certainly have heard of the bounty and see a chance to make a bit of extra coin."

[Flex]

"If you think yourself so unbreachable, fine." Daeron replied. "These two have still not decided yet where to go, however."

[The Smith]

Frederick laughed, "They should go far away from here, now."

[Viea Greyjoy]

"We plan to." Mari said, her voice waivering a little. She looked really scared, as if there was Steffon's agents in the room with them at that moment.

[Flex]

"We need a plan on where exactly to go." Daeron replied. "Any ideas?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

"If I had one Daeron, we wouldnt be sat here discussing it." Marianne said softly. "We would have gone, long before we even saw you in the streets."

[The Smith]

Tybolt felt his wife's anxiety and leaned in to kiss her. "Should we discuss this with him here?"

Frederick laughed, and stood, "You have my offers, and I am afraid the deadline was just move up. What is it, come with me or not?"

[Viea Greyjoy]

Marianne looked stuck in the middle. She thought about what Daeron had said.

"We should go." She said to Tybolt. "As Daeron said, if Lord Thatcher wanted to do what my brother said then he would have done when we arrived here."

[The Smith]

Tybolt nodded slowly, "You are probably right." He stood slowly. "Take us where you will."

Frederick's smile smoldered, as he turned his gaze to Marianne, "Do you want to bring along your Princely Brother?"