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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 9, 2009 9:34:57 GMT -5
A midsized tavern outside Storm's End, the Tavern is crowded in part because of all the people here because of the King's court and the Squire Tourney.
Jonathon enters and sits down in a corner he counts out a few coppers from what he earned outside and waits for a serving wench to come around.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 9, 2009 9:36:26 GMT -5
"What can I get for you short stuff?" the wench asks leaning over the table and showing ample cleavage.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 9, 2009 9:39:39 GMT -5
"Give me a tall one, sweetling" the Dwarf said with a smile imagining his face buried between her busoms. "Something dark if you have it or whatever's fresh if not."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 9, 2009 9:46:35 GMT -5
"Old and dark it is," the wench smiles, and returns a short while later with a mug almost as tall as Jonathon himself.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 9, 2009 9:50:56 GMT -5
"Thats what I am talking about," he laughs as he grabs the gigantic tankard and starts to drain it.
"Ahhhhh," he says finishing about halfway through a large frothy ale-stache forming around his mouth and chin.
"This is real ale, not like that Free City piss I've been drinking," he puts the ale down and surveys the room.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 9, 2009 10:19:06 GMT -5
The tavern is fairly busy, with men drinking and wenching with ferocity.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 9, 2009 10:46:23 GMT -5
Jonathon was glad to be back in Westeros, all that sing songy Valyrian was making him nauseous and the free city wenches were skinny and bony he appreciated a woman he could really hold on to.
He sits quietly surverying the scene for a little longer, the bloody chicken emblem of a Red Cock gripping a Silver Sword on blue field displayed prominently on his tunic.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 9, 2009 10:51:11 GMT -5
A bald man, with tattoos on his face approaches.
"Excuz' but what is this emblem mean?" he asks, gesturing at Jonathon's tunic.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 9, 2009 10:57:44 GMT -5
"Its for a sell-sword company, the Bloody Chickens, finest outfit on either side of the Narrow sea," Jonathon said trying to sound convincing.
"Why are you looking for work?" Jonathon asked hopefully.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 9, 2009 11:06:08 GMT -5
"Might be. My name is Jaquar Othlan. My brothers and I are seeking work."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 9, 2009 11:26:34 GMT -5
"Where are you from Jaquar?" Jonathon said thinking the man from one of the free cities but not recognizing the style, "and How'd your brother's and you come to Storm's End?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 9, 2009 11:33:22 GMT -5
"We are from Volantis. We were sailing to Pentos to seek out a sellsword company there, but our ship ran into a terrible storm in the Stepstones, and we were forced to divert here for repairs. Then, when the repairs were made, the Captain abandoned us, and set to sail again, so now we are in a bit of a stuck."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 9, 2009 11:38:33 GMT -5
"Ha brave captain diverting here," Jonathon said with a laugh. "Looks like I might be able to help you after all Jaquar," Jonathon said, while Pentos is with the Free Alliance now that is where I am headed.
"How many men are with you and what's their talent: sword, crossbows, heavy horse?" The Dwarf said grabbing a ledger book from his pack.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 9, 2009 11:49:41 GMT -5
"Crossbowmen and pavise. And there are thirty of us," the tattooed sellsword says.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 9, 2009 12:02:41 GMT -5
"The pay is one of our Golden Dragons for a full year's contract is that agreeable to your men? You can stay aboard our ship the The Pride of Pentos until we leave and I'll be sure that your men drink free here as long as their wearing the Bloody Dragon Livery and don't get into trouble."
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Hope you all are well and happy.