The Blue Manray

[Viea Greyjoy]

"That would be his choice." She said, "I never asked him to get involved in this."

[Flex]

"You may have need of some protection on the way there." Daeron said, nodding at his men.

[Viea Greyjoy]

She looked a little releived when Daeron said he would come.

"Thank you." She mouthed at him.

[The Smith]

Frederick pointed at Daeron, and shook his head, "If you come you come alone. I will not allowed your hired hands to know where they are hidden. I do not trust you, but I certainly do not trust them."

[Flex]

"If we die because of it I will know who to blame in the afterlife." Daeron replied, rising.

[The Smith]

Frederick nodded, and turned toward the back, and walked toward it quickly.

Tybolt took Marianne's hand and followed his eyes going tight.

[Flex]

"Careful now." Daeron replied, hand near his sword.

[Viea Greyjoy]

Mari nodded, and gripped Tybolts hand tightly, as if scared he would leave her.

[The Stranger]

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It is dinner time at the Blue Manray, and the dining room is filled with thirsty bravos and tired looking wenches.

[Flex]

Prince Daeron enters with his two men, Maahor and Codd, and seats himself at one of the corner tables. He eyes the room subtly for any suspicious looking figures.

[The Stranger]

The tavern is crowded with men, most of them armed. Daeron can feel some kind of tension in the air, especially from a group of bravos wearing red carnation flowers on their doublets, and another group wearing blue sashes around the waist. There are perhaps twenty men in each group.

[Flex]

"You." Daeron says so a passing werving wench. "Who are those men with flowers and sashes?"

[The Stranger]

"Flowers is for Lord Delinal, and sashes is for Lord Selunai," the wench replies, dropping off a set of ale flagons, and scurrying away, her ass shaking.

One of the men in sashes stands atop his table, "LONG LIVE THE SEALORD!"

The red carnations give a howl of anger, and someone chucks a pewter flagon at the man's head. He ducks, and it smashes directly into Codd's face, dropping him to the ground like a bag of horse shit.

[Flex]

Daeron frowns and turns to Maahor. "Get him to the room." The sellsword nodded and did as bid as Daeron rose. "Gentlemen, I am sure your imminent brawl can be held somewhere else." He said in the direction of the men.

[The Stranger]

Daeron's bodyguard does as he is bidden, dragging his partner up the stairs.

The bravo who was standing atop the table snorted in apparent disgust,

"One of Lord Tregario's men eh? Only thing I hate more than Delinal is one of Tregario's catamites!" The man says. He kicks a metal goblet in Daeron's direction, and it smashes against the wall, missing the dragon prince, but only barely.