Streets of Braavos

[The Stranger]

The Streets of the great city of Braavos.

[The Stranger]

Two men wearing doublets with orange badges approach Quentyn Targaryen. Not far away, eight ruffians armed with coshes and short swords are watching carefully.

[Horas]

Quentyn nods to them. "Good afternoon," he says in Braavosi.

[The Stranger]

"Lord Tregario would like to speak with you," The man on the left says, he smiles pleasantly.

[Horas]

Quentyn cocks his head. "He does?" Quentyn asks. "Pertaining to what, if I may ask?"

[The Stranger]

"The kidnapping of his daughter Sarina. You are not in any danger, I assure you, although, you may notice that some of Tyrone's men are following you. They will not act if you are with our company. I encourage you to follow us to my lord's manse."

[Horas]

"Ah, yes," Quentyn says, turning to study the eight men again, "I did notice those men seemed to be taking an interest in me. Very well. I appreciate the escort, gentlemen."

[The Stranger]

Quentyn is lead to Lord Tregario's manse, and soon escorted inside.

[Horas]

Quentyn follows. He looks about as he is led in, curious to see if any changes have been made to the security since his last visit.

[whatever]

/ / / /

Lysaer moved along the Streets of Braavos, heading for a place he knew was a gathering place for aspiring bards and entertainers. He was sure that he would be able to learn a few things there, if the Lord was throwing a grandous party that Lysaer believed he needed to gain more support.

He turned down a corner, and came into a square which was crowded with people, from small children walking on their hands to people blowing fire.

He walked around, looking for some of his friends while he listened carefully for any information about Delinal's feast.

[The Stranger]

It was being wildly remarked that while only a few of Lord Delinal's pet bards are being allowed to play the entertainment, courtesans from all over Braavos will be in attendance, in what will be a most expensive form of entertainment.

[whatever]

Lysaer found a unoccupied crate, where he sat down to think how he would be able to get himself into the party if he were not able to play there as a bard. He did not possess the money to escort a courtesan, so what could he do?

He sat on the crate for a long time, trying to see if any of his friends would be here tonight. As he sat there a entertainer walked by, and watched him do a small performance to a small group of others like him.

Lysaer had an idea on how he would be able to get inside the party, but he didn't like the idea at all and more importantly, where would he get the clothes from.