The Bridge and Shield

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A small tavern with a mediocre reputation. It's known to be a place where you find bravos, sailors and other not so prominent inhabitants of Braavos.

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Lysaer entered the small tavern, dressed in worn down clothes, having left his lute behind where he was staying. He looked for the innkeeper, an old friend of his, hoping that he could find something out about Jurok from him or some of the patrons in the common room. He walked over to the bar, asking the large woman standing there.

"Hello Myrri, where is your husband this evening? I was hoping I was able to speak to him about something."

[The Stranger]

"he's drunk and passed out, again as usual. Anything you can say to him you can say to me Lysaer, I'm the one he'll end up asking anyway," she said.

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Lysaer sighed. He thought that his old friend had managed to best his problem with the wine, but apperently not. It had been a few months since he had been here last. He nodded to Myrri and leaned forward.

"Have you heard anything about a bravo named Jurok? I've been trying to find out things about him, but so far I've been out of luck so I guessed I'd come here. You and your husband seems to know a lot about everything."

[The Stranger]

"Jurok... Jurok... Ah.. yes. He doesn't come in here much, hangs out over at Manyar's I think. He's a troublemaker. Less bravo and more brute if you ask me. His cousin is in the guard, or else he'd be on the gallows already I'm sure."

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"I see, do you know if he have any followers or men that work for him? The reason I ask is because I have taken a fancy for the woman that he claims to love, and I want to know if there is anything I do to turn her attention over to myself instead, so any information you have is helpful."

[The Stranger]

"Well, I don't know about that. I've heard he's got a small crew of ruffians and the like, but that's only what I've been told," the woman replies.

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"Do you know anyone that might know more about Jurok, and while I am here, I might as well ask if you know anything about a man named Dargo Montaryon?"

[The Stranger]

"Dargo the blade? He's a waterdancer. It is said he kills a man a night, seeking someone who can best him in single combat."

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Lysaer exhaled.

"It seems that I must visit the temple tomorrow, thanking the gods for keeping me ailve." he mumbled to himself. "There isn't someone who might know more about Jurok that I can speak to?"

[The Stranger]

The woman shrugged, "Not that I know of. He's a trouble maker, that's all I know. One of these days, he's going to get knifed and dumped in a canal I suspect."

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Lysaer nodded.

"If that is the case, maybe I should just wait until that happens and be there for Lady Nialla to comfort her then. Might I have something to eat before I go, some bread and maybe some wine."

[The Stranger]

"Sure, on the house," she says, giving him a small croft of red wine, and a bread, with a little cheese to spread on it.

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Lysaer smiles.

"Thank you for not making me pay, I haven't been earning as much as I would like in the last few weeks. I need to find myself more steady work that pays better than my current work." he said as he was finishing his free meal.

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Lysaer almost ran into the man that was exiting the tavern as he entered it. He looked around for Myrri, or his friend though if he had started drinking again he would probably be passed out somewhere at this time.