The Rusty Stag

[Horas]

Marked by the rusted iron sign of a stag, The Rusty Stag is run-down tavern that sells cheap ale and cheap rooms.

[Horas]

Bannen sits in the common room drinking an ale from a greasy mug. A couple of Jym's men sat in one of the corners, though Bannen couldn't remember which of the shifty looking bastards in the tavern they were anymore. And the Braavosi wench was there too, of course.

Bannen was waiting for Quentyn, who might get there in the next hour or in the next month for as far as he knew. Not that he cared too much. He was still getting paid, after all.

"You drink ale?" Bannen asks the Tregario girl.

[The Stranger]

Sarina wrinkled her nose, "No, I like wine. Do they have any wine here? Arbor gold is supposed to be good. That comes from Westeros right?"

[Horas]

"They got wine in the Arbor," Bannen says, "But they don't serve it in a place like this." He looks into his mug and picks out a bug that was swimming around in his drink, then crushes it between finger and thumb and flicks it aside. "The ale's not very good either, but it's cheap. Try some." He pushes the mug towards her.

[The Stranger]

Sarina crinkled her nose, "No thank you. When is Pox Face coming back," she asked.

[Horas]

Bannen shrugs at her refusal and takes another drink. "Pox Face should be back soon, probably. 'Course he might be dead. That's possible too." Bannen does not seem much concerned. "You'll be going back to Braavos when he does get here, I reckon."

[The Stranger]

"I don't want to go back to Braavos," the girl says defiantly.

[Horas]

Bannen laughs. "You don't really get a say in the matter, darlin'. In fact," Bannen does not complete the thought, for he sees Quentyn enter the bar.

Wearing a black doublet with a red dragon embroidered on the front, Quentyn almost looks like a Targaryen prince. He sees Bannen and Sarina and sits down at their table.

"Fancy," Bannen says. "No mask?"

Quentyn shoots a quick glance at Bannen, then looks at Sarina. "I am sure you remember me, milady. My name is Quentyn Targaryen, and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance under less, ah, strange circumstances." Quentyn smiles.

[The Stranger]

"Oh... your considerably more handsome than I'd expected," Sarina said. "one could do worse in terms of kidnappers."

[Horas]

"And you are even more beautiful than I remember you," Quentyn smiles. "But this is no place for a lady of your stature." He offers his arm. "Shall we leave?"

[The Stranger]

"please!" Sarina replied taking his arm.

[Horas]

Quentyn leads her out of the tavern. Bannen grumbles something vulgar but unintelligible and follows.

"I hope Ser Bannen was not too boorish," Quentyn says, "He does not have the most refined set of social skills, but he is skilled with that halberd of his. And your protection is important to me." Quentyn smiles slyly, "Now that I have carried you off, I do not intend to let anyone steal you back."

[The Stranger]

"Some of the Sailors wanted to have their way with me on the ship, but Bannen threw one of them overboard, and that was that," Sarina explains.

[Horas]

Quentyn smiles. "That sounds like him. Have you heard of my House before, Sarina? Targaryen?"

[The Stranger]

"Yes silly, everyone knows about the Targaryens. Are you a Prince? My Charming Prince?" She smiles and squeezes his arm.