Post by The Smith on Nov 28, 2009 15:00:44 GMT -5
The moment Daeron stepped from the brothel he rounded a corner and waited. He was expecting the order to be given to have someone follow him. These Braavosi were suspicious fellows; not only that, but they were greedy. And arrogant. "Maahor, remain here. Codd and I will go ahead." The sellsword nodded and leaned against the wall as Daerin and Codd moved on. If a man was to follow them Maahor would no doubt see it and kindly explain to the man they did not wish to have more eyes on them than needed. Daeron chuckled as they rounded a corner and a new idea entered his head. "Wait here." He said to Codd and entered a small tavern across the street.
The common room was a small, dark and crowded but strangely silent. He surveyed the room for a moment before ordering an ale and seating himself next to the type of man he had been looking for. Short, dressed in dark clothes, hood over his head. He nursed an untouched ale that looked like it had been sitting before him for hours. "Say friend, need some company?" Daeron asked upon sitting down. The cowled man looked up at his with dark eyes but remained silent. "Well, suit yourself. You know, I have only just come to Braavos and already I have been cheated." The cowled man chuckled slightly. "Be glad you aren't dead yet." "Oh, is it that bad here?" Daeron asked, feigning ignorance. "Definitely." The cowled man replied. "Who cheated you?" Daeron smiled inwardly. "Well, you see, it is for my master that I have handed over three of his girls to the Milk and Honey, for training. Now, I was meant to pay them half of the gold I was given but they took it all." He frowned. "Well, almost all. I do not know if they are planning to give back the girls or if it is only the money I have lost." The cowled man nodded ever so slightly. "I know the place. What is it you need doing?" "Well... if a man could keep an eye on them... make sure the women are being trained correctly. And... perhaps to find out if they do plan on giving them back." Daeron leaned back and carefully sipped his ale. The cowled man eyed Daeron for a long moment before holding out his hand. "Deal." Daeron took his hand. "And now to discuss the payment..."
Maahor had followed the man who was trailing the Prince and now stood across him in a back alley, sword drawn and stretched out in front of him. "You won't kill me." The spy said, fear on his face. "You are right. I will not kill you. I will just cut off all your limbs." "No! Please! Let me go! I will stop following your master." Maahor grinned and lowered his sword. "Away with you." The gasped and took off, running straight past the two bravos approaching Maahor. "You don't look that dangerous, fat man." One of them said. "I am surprised he can even lift his sword, with all that fat." The other said. Maahor snorted a laugh and turned to them. "What are your names?" "Tyrio." One of them replied. "And this is my brother Sergio." Maahor nodded. "Then I know what names to spit on once I kill you." Tyrio laughed and Sergio drew his blade. "Come on then, fat man!" He said. Maahor stood his ground, waiting. It wa Sergio who shot at him first, from the right. Maahor parried and stepped aside of Tyrio's blade which came from the left. "Brotherly cowards." Maahor said with a grin, prepairing his counter attack. It came fiercely quick; much faster than would be expected from a man his size. A moment later Tyrio and Sergio were on the ground, several cuts on them. "Ah... what...!?" Tyrio cried, uncomprehensive of what had just happened. "I am a personal guard of Prince Daeron Targaryen, fool. You do not win against me." Sergio looked up with a pleading look on his face. "Teach us! Show us how to fight like you! We can protect your prince too!" Maahor stared down at them for a long moment before stepping over them and walking off. "Follow me."
Prince Daeron Targaryen gains Noteworthy Deception
Bette, Helena and Dana are trained at the Milk and Honey and gain Expert Seduction, and Noteworthy seduction
Tyrio and Sergio are recruited
The common room was a small, dark and crowded but strangely silent. He surveyed the room for a moment before ordering an ale and seating himself next to the type of man he had been looking for. Short, dressed in dark clothes, hood over his head. He nursed an untouched ale that looked like it had been sitting before him for hours. "Say friend, need some company?" Daeron asked upon sitting down. The cowled man looked up at his with dark eyes but remained silent. "Well, suit yourself. You know, I have only just come to Braavos and already I have been cheated." The cowled man chuckled slightly. "Be glad you aren't dead yet." "Oh, is it that bad here?" Daeron asked, feigning ignorance. "Definitely." The cowled man replied. "Who cheated you?" Daeron smiled inwardly. "Well, you see, it is for my master that I have handed over three of his girls to the Milk and Honey, for training. Now, I was meant to pay them half of the gold I was given but they took it all." He frowned. "Well, almost all. I do not know if they are planning to give back the girls or if it is only the money I have lost." The cowled man nodded ever so slightly. "I know the place. What is it you need doing?" "Well... if a man could keep an eye on them... make sure the women are being trained correctly. And... perhaps to find out if they do plan on giving them back." Daeron leaned back and carefully sipped his ale. The cowled man eyed Daeron for a long moment before holding out his hand. "Deal." Daeron took his hand. "And now to discuss the payment..."
Maahor had followed the man who was trailing the Prince and now stood across him in a back alley, sword drawn and stretched out in front of him. "You won't kill me." The spy said, fear on his face. "You are right. I will not kill you. I will just cut off all your limbs." "No! Please! Let me go! I will stop following your master." Maahor grinned and lowered his sword. "Away with you." The gasped and took off, running straight past the two bravos approaching Maahor. "You don't look that dangerous, fat man." One of them said. "I am surprised he can even lift his sword, with all that fat." The other said. Maahor snorted a laugh and turned to them. "What are your names?" "Tyrio." One of them replied. "And this is my brother Sergio." Maahor nodded. "Then I know what names to spit on once I kill you." Tyrio laughed and Sergio drew his blade. "Come on then, fat man!" He said. Maahor stood his ground, waiting. It wa Sergio who shot at him first, from the right. Maahor parried and stepped aside of Tyrio's blade which came from the left. "Brotherly cowards." Maahor said with a grin, prepairing his counter attack. It came fiercely quick; much faster than would be expected from a man his size. A moment later Tyrio and Sergio were on the ground, several cuts on them. "Ah... what...!?" Tyrio cried, uncomprehensive of what had just happened. "I am a personal guard of Prince Daeron Targaryen, fool. You do not win against me." Sergio looked up with a pleading look on his face. "Teach us! Show us how to fight like you! We can protect your prince too!" Maahor stared down at them for a long moment before stepping over them and walking off. "Follow me."
Prince Daeron Targaryen gains Noteworthy Deception
Bette, Helena and Dana are trained at the Milk and Honey and gain Expert Seduction, and Noteworthy seduction
Tyrio and Sergio are recruited