The Blue Manray

[Flex]

Daeron flinches, but only a little. "I am no man of lord Tregario's." Daeron replied. "Westeros is where I come from, though no doubt that makes me some sort of barbarian." He smiled.

[The Stranger]

The bravo jumps from his table onto a neighboring table, and from there onto Daeron's own table, putting his boot directly into the Prince's supper.

"Tregario's you may not be, but I say you are still a catamite, and a coward to boot," The man says, drawing the blade at his waist and striking a water dancer's pose.

[Flex]

"I am not armed, ser, nor skilled at waterdancing." Daeron replied, his smile sinking, then rising again. "Though I accept the duel. Let me have my man fetch my sword and I will meet you outside."

[The Stranger]

The bravo snorted, and hopped off the table.

"Very well. Gentlemen, a duel! This Westerosi scum against the very best of Lord Selunai's." He eyed Daeron evilly, and then strode towards the door, the crowd splitting before him.

[Flex]

"Well done, Daeron..." The Prince mumbles to himself, letting Maahor fetch his sword. Once he has it, Daeron strides outside and stands opposite the bravo. "You are ready?" He asked with a smile, half nervous, half excited.

[The Stranger]

The whole tavern seems to have followed Daeron outside to watch.

"I am always ready, I am a water dancer, and soon to be the Sealord's first sword," The man swishes his blade in the cool night air.

"On your guard ser."

[Flex]

Daeron drews is blade and readied himself for the fight.

[Flex]

Daeron wiped the blood off on the bravo's shirt and sheathed his blade, before looking at Delinal's men. "The next drinks are on me."

[The Stranger]

The men cheered, while the men in sashes cursed, and turned their backs, leaving their comrade in the street, and moving away.

[Flex]

Daeron enters the tavern with the men and ordered the drinks. "So," He said to one of Delinal's men. "I am guessing this sort of thing has been happening a lot recently."

[The Stranger]

The man chuckles and nods, "Aye, that's the truth of it. Those bastards don't know the meaning of the word loyalty. After everything the great Lord Sergyo did for us, and they abandon his offspring in favor of some petty lords. Disgusting I tell you," the man says, chuckling his tongue.

[Flex]

Daeron smiles and sips from his ale. "So, does Braavos have a Sealord again? You must excuse me, I only just arrived here and am a little... ignorant of most of the happenings. I knew there was strife but did not expect it to be so great."

[The Stranger]

"There is only one Sealord, Lord Trei Delinal!" the man says, puffing out his breast like pigeon. "And he's always been the Sealord, no matter what the others say."

[Flex]

Daeron nodded and sipped again. "And this Tregario and Selunai oppose him?"

[The Stranger]

"You're a good blade, but you're awful slow, and yes, that's the case," the bravo says, chugging the remainder of his ale.