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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 13:47:01 GMT -5
There are a number of black-mailed men at arms, training with spear and shield. Traitors' Sons. They fill up the Training yards of any place they go it seemed. But Locke was not present.
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Post by Flex on Dec 21, 2009 13:49:05 GMT -5
Daeron smiled widely, making his way swiftly to the small castle town and entering the tavern. He looked around for Locke.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 13:51:44 GMT -5
There were a number of taverns, but the best one was called the Horse Lover. The place is about half filled with customers, and the rest are wenches, mostly attractive. Locke was seated at the bar itself, with a flagon of ale in his hand.
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Post by Flex on Dec 21, 2009 13:54:14 GMT -5
Daeron saunters over to the bar and sits down beside Locke. "No surprise you'd be in a place like this, Locke."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 13:57:46 GMT -5
Locke looked over. His white cloak had a brownish tinge to it, and there was a spot or two of rust on the white metal scales across his chest.
"Hows that?" He asked.
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Post by Flex on Dec 21, 2009 14:00:08 GMT -5
"Enough women for you to stare at." Daeron replied, making as to look around the room and point out every of the wenches with a gaze.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 14:06:37 GMT -5
"Fair enough," Locke replies, sipping on his ale. "I'm not surprised to see you here either, as it happens."
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Post by Flex on Dec 21, 2009 14:09:43 GMT -5
"For the very same reason, you assume." Daeron replied.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 14:13:32 GMT -5
"No, because this place is called Horse Lover, figured that fits you perfectly," Locke replied.
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Post by Flex on Dec 21, 2009 14:29:03 GMT -5
Daeron chuckled sarcastically. "Very good, yes. Actually, I came here for you. One too many complaints from a noble lady." He put a hand on his sword and nodded to the exit.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 14:30:35 GMT -5
"Fuck off..." Locke said, "Err. excuse me. Fuck off your grace..." He says, with a mock bow of the head, before finishing his flagon.
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Post by Flex on Dec 21, 2009 14:32:14 GMT -5
Daeron knocked the flagon out of Locke's hand before it was done. "A duel, Ser, to teach you a lesson."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 14:38:39 GMT -5
"I ain't allowed to duel you, your grace," Locke replied, "Barkeep, fetch another flagon for me," He says, not moving from his stool.
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Post by Flex on Dec 21, 2009 14:40:54 GMT -5
"Not allowed?" Daeron asked with a laugh. "Any man is allowed to defend his honour."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 14:42:22 GMT -5
"You're the King's brutha, It ain't done," Locke replied, "Anyway, I don't know what you're talking about, and I ain't going on the lam for something stupid like that,"
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