The Pale Rat

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One of the cheapest inn's in Braavos.

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Lysaer sat on the dirty bed, tuning his lute and looked around the room to see if he had packed all his beloningings. He had to be out of the room by nightfall or else he would have to pay another days rent.

He headed for the door, and walked down to the common room. He looked around at the patrons there, and decided that he didn't want to grace this place with his performance since they looked like they barely possessed enough coin to have a drink, not that he was much different from them.

He stopped to think of where to go next, he wondered if he should go back to the Blue Manray and visit that serving girl, which had resulted in getting him into a fight with a bravo named Dargo Montaryon. He looked down at the sword at his hip, and remembered the embarressing fight. He should really start training more, he had heard how the Free Alliance were beginning to come closer to Braavos which meant that someday soon he might have to use it again at some foreigner.

Once again, he looked around at the patrons.

[The Stranger]

The door of the Pale Rat opened, and two bravos entered. They scanned the crowd, and their eyes immediately fell upon Lysaer.

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Lysaer felt someone looking at him and turned and found two bravos looking at him. His hand moved to rest on hilt of his sword, uncertain why they looked at him while he tried to push down the feeling that Lord Antaryon had sent them to silence him as well, since as far as Antaryon knew, he was the only one who knew about his daughter's affair.

[The Stranger]

"You are the bard, Lysaer, is that correct?"
The first bravo asks, his hand on his blade as well.

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"I am, stranger. Who might I have the pleasure of speaking to" Lysaer said with a smile, keeping his hand on the hilt with a more firm hold.

[The Stranger]

"Lord Antaryon wishes you to join him for dinner," the bravo replies, ignoring the man's request for a name.

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"I can't very well ignore the invite from such a man, but how do I know that you are who you say you are and do not intend to kill me and throw me into the canals when I step outside of this place?" Lysaer said, and felt his heart beat faster in his chest.

[The Stranger]

"Because if you do not come with us, our instructions are to kill you and throw you into the canal," The man says, his face deadpan.

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"That settles the matter then. You are in luck, I was actually just leaving, so you won't have to wait for me to pack my things before we go." Lysaer said and picked up his small bag of belongings and placed it across his shoulder along with his lute, before he gave them a small smile. "Lead the way I guess, even though I do know the way but you were sent here to escort me after all."

[The Stranger]

The men gesture for Lysaer to lead, and follow behind him watchfully.