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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2009 14:45:40 GMT -5
A tavern of ill repute.
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2009 14:54:10 GMT -5
Jym Blackberry and Bannen Keath enter the establishment and order cheap ale, then go over to sit at one of the tables.
As they drink, they glance around for anyone who might be Victor Hardfall, looking for a man surrounded by a gang of toughs.
[OOC: Jym is noteworthy espionage and Bannen is apprentice espionage.]
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 10, 2009 14:55:57 GMT -5
There are a number of men enjoying the look and feel of several attractive, if mostly common, whores. Jym spots a number of rougher looking men seated around in the corner, drinking, with girls on their laps.
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2009 16:45:25 GMT -5
Bannen and Jym continue to drink and banter. Jym takes a look at the group again, trying to determine if they are paying deference to one man or are simply a group of equals.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 10, 2009 16:47:01 GMT -5
This is difficult to ascertain. If forced to guess, Jym sees no one there who they appear to be deferring to.
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2009 21:38:31 GMT -5
Jym is suddenly not there. In fact he never was. How very odd. Bannen, who is sitting alone drinking, waves for another ale. When the wench comes over, he asks, "You know who those boys are in the corner?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 10, 2009 21:49:25 GMT -5
"Yeah... Why?" the girl asks, as she hands Bannen his drink, and slips into his lap.
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2009 22:00:06 GMT -5
Bannen slips one hand up her skirt and takes a swig of ale. "That one's giving me looks," Bannen growls, "The one with the ears."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 10, 2009 22:07:20 GMT -5
"Well, don't start any trouble, cause they are the ones who throw out troublemakers... usually." the girl says, giggling.
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2009 22:13:58 GMT -5
Bannen's expression sours. "They own this place or something?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 10, 2009 22:15:13 GMT -5
"Nah, just.. protection."
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2009 22:23:44 GMT -5
"I won't break anything if they don't start first," Bannen says. His hand wanders farther up the girl's skirt. "How much do you charge?" he asks.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 10, 2009 22:25:50 GMT -5
"Ten silvers sweetheart, are you ready to go upstairs?" She giggles.
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2009 22:40:07 GMT -5
"Yup," Bannen says. He stands up, unceremoniously dumping the girl off his lap. Once finished upstairs, he leaves the establishment.
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2009 23:13:27 GMT -5
The next day, Bannen returns, slouches in his seat, and drinks more ale. Quentyn lurks behind the building, wearing plain clothes.
Twenty Goldcloaks bust in an start making arrests.
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