The Golden Hind

[Sam]

This in is one of the older and more reputable establishments in the city of Lannisport. The original structure was burned to the ground in during the Great Western War, but afterwards it was rebuilt along with the rest of the port city. It is three stories high, the first floor being a common room and bar. The second floor is filled with several basic rooms for those who can afford to stay in the inn, and the top floor is one large suite, much nicer and more lush than the other rooms. The most wealthy of clientele can rent this penthouse during their stay in Lannisport, and the inn itself sits near the North Gate, providing easy access up the road to Casterly Rock.

[Sam]

Lord Steffon Baratheon rents the penthouse suite of this inn during his stay in Lannisport, while he is attending the King's Court. The twenty knights of his guard are in residence in the rooms in the second floor of the inn.

[Flex]

Prince Daeron arrives after getting an invitation message.

[Sam]

He finds Steffon seated at the bar, nursing an extremely large glass of whiskey. "Greetings, big brother," he said, standing up to greet the Prince. "Long time no see."

[Flex]

"It has indeed." Daeron replied, studying Steffon. He was dressed in simple black, a slim longsword belted at his side. "How have you been?"

[Sam]

"Well enough, I suppose, though my knee still pains me from time to time. I suppose it was rather foolish to attempt to fight Wells myself. I could almost find humor in the situation, if the stakes had not been so high," Steffon said. "How have you been," he asked, studying his brother.

[Flex]

"Good enough." Daeron replied, pulling out a seat and sitting down. "Things have been very... interesting in the last few months." He signaled to the barman for a drink. "I suppose you have heard all about the orgy?"

[Sam]

"Rumors, nothing more. Are they true, then? I've heard a number of rather... odd things since I arrived at court," Steffon replied, gesturing for the bartender to refill his glass.

[Flex]

"Things are not as they used to be." Daeron replied, taking his filled glass of ale and sipping from it. "It all started with Thatcher's murder."

[Sam]

"I suppose that mystery is no closer to being solved either? Nor that of Jon Royce's murder either. It seems the King has put very little effort into investigating either one," Steffon said, gauging Daeron's reaction. "Is Joanna truly pregnant with his bastard?"

[Flex]

Daeron shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. I doubt she slept with anyone else since Jon's death."

[Sam]

"I presume that's what the Queen and Daemon were arguing about at the party the other day," Steffon said, more of a statement than a question. "How is Calla? I heard she gave you a daughter last year; my congratulations."

[Flex]

"Yes, her name is Rose." Daeron said with a smile. "She is quite beautiful, though I expect to get an heir out of her soon." He drank again. "You have how many children now?"

[Sam]

"Catelyn is working on our third," Steffon replied. "I can hardly believe that Selwyn is nearly three. He's already begun talking and walking, and as a penchant for terrorizing the kitchen staff when looking for treats," he added, fondly. "My father always told me I was a nightmare at that age, so I suppose it runs in the family."

[Flex]

Daeron chuckles, nursing his glass. "I've no idea what I was like at that age to be honest. I never asked mother and now we cannot see her."