The Manse of Lord Trei Delinal

[The Stranger]

A large, well appointed, and heavily guarded manse housing Lord Trei Delinal.

[The Stranger]

Aurn shows Daeron inside, after a brief wait, they are shown into a main hall.

There is a large high backed chair, sitting on a dais, where a young man is seated wearing exquisite finery of Braavosi make.

"Welcome back Aurn, who is this you've brought me?" the young man, who can not be more than twenty or so, asks.

[Flex]

Daeron nods politely. "Prince Daeron Targaryen of Westeros. It is an honour."

[The Stranger]

Trei waved his hand, "Pleasure, your grace." Aurn approached the dais, and whispered in his Lords ear. Trei nodded,

"I understand you had some words with one of Lord Selunai's men eh?"

[Flex]

"The boy was rather rude to me." Daeron says offhandedly. "So I decided to settle the dispute in the way most common to him." He smiles.

[The Stranger]

"Yes, well, one less of those dogs around is a good thing eh. I appreciate your insistence for manners, at least as long as it benefits me. Can I offer you wine? food? women?" The young Delinal asks.

[Flex]

"Would it be rude of me to ask for all three?" Daeron replied with a sly smile. "After all, that is part of the reason I came to Braavos; to taste the cities fruits."

[The Stranger]

"But Prince Daeron," Delinal smiles, "I didn't say anything about fruit." He chuckles and gestures towards a nearby steward, who returns a moment later with a number of other servants carrying a large wooden table, which they place in the middle of the room. Then servants place four chairs, and begin bringing in food, as a number of women begin to line up along the walls.

"Prince Daeron, generous host that I am," Delinal says, "I'll let you pick your dinner companion first."

He gestured at the line.

[Flex]

Daeron smiled. "Thank you, lord Delinal." He turned and looked at the girls, chosing the most curvaceous body as his dinner companion.

[The Stranger]

"That is Alyra, she's originally from Lys. Phenomenal women, very high-pitched squeal," Delinal explains, before selecting a young woman with a very tanned complextion, and showing her to her seat.

"Quail stuffed with grape leaves, sauteed in red wine," He explained, gesturing at the first course, and using his dagger to stab one of the quails.

"You are a man of large appetite Prince Daeron?"

[Flex]

Daeron looked at the dish, licking his lips. "Well, you certainly serve extravogant meals here; something highly agreeable. As to your question, well I am sort of renowned for my large appetite back home in Westeros."

[The Stranger]

Trei waved his hands, as if Westeros was of no account, "That seems rather like being the largest dwarf in the room, if you'll forgive me," He smiled, "You should spend some more time here in the Free Cities, and we can show you what it really means to enjoy life."

[Flex]

"Would if I could." Daeron said with a chuckle. "But I own land in the Reach and besides, my brother would probably have a fit if I were to go off for too long."

[The Stranger]

"Your brother... the King? I see. I can simply not imagine having a brother for a King. For that matter, I suppose, I can't imagine having anyone for a King. The idea that a man should rule, simply on account of his birth, well, it's not the Braavosi way. A shame perhaps, it would save me an awful lot of trouble." The young man smiled, and fed his dinner companion another bite for quail.

[Flex]

Daeron smiled to himself as he took a bite of quail. "So how goes the, shall we call it campaign, against these opposing lords? From what I have seen you are going ahead strong."