The Low Tower

[Fel]

A large, four story inn in Oldtown.

[Fel]

A tall, lithe man, olive skinned and dark-haired, wearing Dornish clothes enters the inn. He has spear and buckler on his back, and sword hanging from his hip. Following him is a young teenager, no older than six and ten, not as dark featured, but still enough to stand out in Oldtown. They take a seat at a table and order Dornish Red.

[Quenton Baratheon]

Another young man is sat in the inn, not much older than the teenager in years, but older in appearance. His mousey hair is long and lank, his face beset with thick pimples. He is clad in simple leathers.

His eyes follow the newcomers as they enter. He is apparently not too bothered about whether they see him watching or not.

[Fel]

The girl, Loreza Yronwood spots the man watching them. She frowns over at him as she sips her wine.

"That flower is watching us, Alario," she said to her elder brother, with suspicion.

Alario Sand turned to look. "So he is," he said quietly. He rose and walked over, examining the man. "Who are you, flower?"

[Quenton Baratheon]

"Pardon?" the man replies with a sneer. "Flower? Are you trying to be clever?"

He smirks. "You're not from round here are you?" He chuckles to himself. His laughter is dry and sounds like grinding rocks.

[Fel]

Alario looked down at his darkly tanned hands, then back up at the man like he was an idiot. "You are a credit to your people," he responded, "now keep your fucking eyes to yourself." He turned around and walked back to his table.

[Quenton Baratheon]

The Reachman simply sat agape at the Dornishman's confusing and insulting remarks.

He remained silent, his eyes boring into the back of his new nemesis' head. He continued to stare as the man seated himself.

[Fel]

Loreza spied the man watching them still. She frowned and shook her head at him, as if warning him not to get involved.

[Quenton Baratheon]

The man licks his lips and teeth at her in a suggestive fashion.

[Fel]

Loreza leaned back in her chair and laughed, shaking her head at the man. She whispered to Alario beside her.

Alario shot up from his chair so fast it knocked back onto the ground. He advanced on the man in three quick strides and grabbed the man to throw him onto the ground.

(OOC: Let's move to a fighting thread!)

[Fel]

After dealing with the giant, Alario slides back over to where the first man is lying. He lands a kick into the man's stomach and leans over him.

"Don't ever look at my sister like that again," he said angrily, before lifting him up and putting him onto a seat. He whistled for the man to be brought a drink.

[Quenton Baratheon]

The man waits for Alario to turn around and then, still winded from two hefty blows to the midriff, gets up gingerly from his chair and staggers out of the tavern.

[Fel]

Alario looks watches as the man slowly ambles out of the inn. He shrugs, and sits down to drink the ale he'd bought the stranger.

Loreza left the tavern and followed the man. "I tried to warn you not to get involved, stupid flower," she said as she walked beside him.

[Quenton Baratheon]

Loreza is ignored.

[Fel]

Loreza crossed her arms and let the man walk off.