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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 10:36:05 GMT -5
He can hear quiet pacing off to his right, probably a guardsman walking the hall. Off to the left, silence.
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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 10:42:02 GMT -5
He waits for the footsteps to be the most distant before slowly sneaking down the left hallway, looking to where it lead.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 10:48:49 GMT -5
The footsteps are coming towards him, and he scampers quickly to the left, only to run smack dab into a guardsman standing at attention in front of a door.
"Excuse me your grace!" The man says as he snaps to attention, "Can I help you?"
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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 10:51:42 GMT -5
"Ah, yes." Daeron says, racking his brain to quickly think of something. "I was merely looking for the pantry. It seems a midnight hunger has come over me."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 10:52:50 GMT -5
"There's a bell in your quarters milord, if you ring it a servant will come and tend to you. I'd show you it, but I am not allowed to leave my post." He looks slightly disappointed about being so unhelpful.
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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 10:54:04 GMT -5
"Ah, I see." Daeron replied, making as if to return to his room. He stopped and turned slightly. "What is it that you are guarding, if you do not mind me asking?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 10:58:01 GMT -5
"His Lordship's apartments." He says.
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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 11:02:32 GMT -5
"Of course." Daeron replied. "Anyhow, I'll just go back to my room now." He returned to his room, opened and shut the door and listened for the footsteps again.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 11:06:06 GMT -5
Daeron can hear two guards speaking off to his left, but he can not make out the topic of the conversation.
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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 11:08:33 GMT -5
Daeron edges along the wall, trying to get little closer to hear what they are saying, but remaining out of sight.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 11:24:10 GMT -5
"What was that about?" says a gruff and soldierly voice.
"The dragon, he was poking about, looking for a bite to eat or some such."
"Ah.. You know I heard he fucks both men and women, and never less than two at a time."
"Really?"
"Yeah... They say he's got strange appetites that one."
"I didn't know that."
"Yeah.. At least he ain't the blue dragon, Maekar. They say they call him the blue dragon cause his wife ain't never fuck 'em, so his balls are turning blue."
"That's just stupid."
"Yeah.. but that's what they says."
"That's what YOU said, uh.. ergo, you're stupid."
"Whatever, fuck you."
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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 11:26:03 GMT -5
Daeron cringed a little and surpressed a chuckle. He turned around and slowly walked back along the hallway, looking for any unguarded doors.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 13:23:47 GMT -5
There is one small door, hanging partly open.
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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 13:29:02 GMT -5
Waiting for any noises of approach to pass, Daeron slowly leaned into the door and looked through.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 13:41:12 GMT -5
It is the privy. Maester Bowden looks up at Daeron, startled
"Oh good gods.. you startled me to death your grace. Forgive me for now bowing." He smiles.
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