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Post by House Fossoway on May 5, 2011 12:24:18 GMT -5
A small tavern situated not far from the King's Gate. It has two stories and is made of wood and stone. A wooden sign hangs over the main door, with what looks to be a dragon but it was so smeared that it was hard to see if one didn't look long enough.
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 14:43:00 GMT -5
Mark pushed the door open and led Summer inside.
"This is the first tavern I found in the city. Take a seat and I'll call for food and drink. Will you have wine or ale?"
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 14:43:48 GMT -5
"Ale, if it isn't swill," Summer replied, making herself comfortable by putting her feet up on the long wooden bench.
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 14:56:08 GMT -5
"It's not, unless they've changed suppliers since the last time I came here."
He went over to the bar and ordered the barmaid to bring two tankards of ale and whatever was being served that day. After, he went back to Summer and sat next to her.
"I swear your presence lights up this room," he said. "I've always liked it here but I've never come with a woman. It seems you make all the difference."
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Post by Fel on May 5, 2011 14:57:29 GMT -5
A bit further down the bench, Dagos Yronwood was nursing a sore head.
"Gods be damned, I'll never take another drink so long as I live," he said, sipping from a rather sizeable mug of wine.
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 14:59:06 GMT -5
Summer nodded, and raised her flagon in silent toast to Toland, and then sipped it daintily.
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 15:05:49 GMT -5
he toasted her in return.
"So, is the ale to your taste?"
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 15:11:15 GMT -5
"It'll do," she said, resting her palms across the top of her flagon, and then her head upon her hands. She stared at Mark Toland, unblinking.
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 15:21:03 GMT -5
He looked back at her for a long moment then turned to see who the other man present was,
"What is it?" He asked, looking back at Summer. "You see that man yonder, he's a Dornishman, I think I know him from somewhere. Want to meet him?"
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 15:21:42 GMT -5
Summer shrugged, "If you like," She said.
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 15:32:53 GMT -5
He got up and walked over to Dagos.
"Greetings," he said. "Care to join me and the lady?"
He indicated Summer sitting at their bench.
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Post by Fel on May 5, 2011 15:36:06 GMT -5
Dagos stared bleary-eyed at the man. "You're a Toland, aren't you? What in the seven hells are you doing here?"
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 15:40:48 GMT -5
"I'm Mark Toland. Mother sent me to see how things are in the capital. She doesn't care for Kings Landing herself, but she likes to know the lay of the land," he explained, "How about you?"
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Post by Fel on May 5, 2011 15:45:46 GMT -5
"I'm cousin to your cousins, the Yronwoods," Dagos said, rubbing his temples, "a sorry lot they are. I am Dagos."
He looked over to where Summer was sat. "Who's that? She's too beautiful for you, man, cut your losses and we'll go buy a couple of cheap whores together."
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 16:01:04 GMT -5
"I don't want a cheap whore. I want her, if she'll have me," Mark insisted. "Her name is Summer Snow. I've never met any woman, trueborn or bastard, with a name I liked half so well. I like her too, she's outrageous. Come join us?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.