Conwell's sitting room

[The Stranger]

a place for after dinner drinks and chatting just among the menfolk.

[The Stranger]

All the men of westeros are encouraged to join Lord Conwell in the sitting room for after dinner drinks being served by beautiful and semi-clad wenches.

[Sam]

Lord Baratheon arrived relatively early, with a slight frown on his face for his leg was paining him more than usual today.

[The Stranger]

"Welcome Lord Steffon," Conwell says with a bow, "have some of this summerwine, it was my father's favorite for nights when his leg pained him," he gestures and a blonde haired wench pours a glass.

[whatever]

Prince Trystane arrived a few moments later, along with Ser Andros Yronwood and Ser Laurent Toland. The three of them bowed to Lord Conwell.

"Thank you for the invitation, Lord Conwell. This is my men, Ser Andros and Ser Laurent."

[The Stranger]

Conwell frowned slightly, "I'm sure they'll be comfortable in the great hall with the other men," He said, "I should have specified in the invitation."

[whatever]

Prince Trystane smiled.

"I am sure that they will, Lord Conwell. They are here for my protection, so they wouldn't allow me to walk here alone. I thought I'd introduce them to you, since they escorted me in here."

He looked back at Ser Andros and Ser Laurent.

"I will be fine here, I am sure that Lord Conwell will not let anything happen to me. You can return to the great hall now."

[Sam]

Jan 8, 2010 13:47:54 GMT -5 The Stranger said:

"Welcome Lord Steffon," Conwell says with a bow, "have some of this summerwine, it was my father's favorite for nights when his leg pained him," he gestures and a blonde haired wench pours a glass.

"Thank you, my lord," Steffon said, taking a glass from the serving wench. "I must say, you've fantastic taste in servants," he added to Lord Conwell, grinning slightly, although the expression soured when he noticed the Dornish prince enter the room.

[The Stranger]

"I have fantastic taste in everything, Lord Steffon," Conwell replied with a smile, before nodding at Trystane that the departure of his men was satisfactory.

[Sam]

"It certainly seems that way. I am rather excited for this tournament of yours; the nature of it seems as though it will be quite fun and a refreshing break from the same old events over and over again," Steffon said, sipping his summerwine. It was a little sweeter than he preferred, but he did feel a little warmer after drinking and was surprised when the ache in his knee began to subside.

[The Stranger]

"Well, there are so many who appreciate the finer things in the court today, I thought it should do something that appeals to their elaborate interests," Conwell chuckled, before pulling an attractive red-haired wench to sit on his lap.

[whatever]

Prince Trystane noticed Lord Steffon, and his facial expression changed, though he gave the Stormlands lord a nod out of respect for the host of the evening.

"Lord Steffon." he said with a hard voice.

[Sam]

Steffon nodded back at the Dornishman politely, though said nothing, mostly because he had no idea what the other man's name was.

[The Stranger]

"Prince Trystane, please have a seat and some wine," Conwell gestured to a seat on his left hand.

[whatever]

Prince Trystane took the seat at Lord Conwell's left.

"If there's some strong Dornish Red, I'll have a cup. Otherwise, I'll just have some water or spiced milk."