The Plump Cactus

[House Frey]

Keith chuckled lowly. "You have the look of a fighter. Your stance, your temperance. You can hold a blade without squeeling. It's something I've missed," he explained airily.

[Fel]

"Missed? Warrior women are all over the place in Dorne, where have you been?" Loreza asked, frowning.

[House Frey]

"Away from Dorne," he said unhappily, as if she had pointed out a boil growing on his nose.

"Though even from my time in Dorne, only but a few women truly inspired me. There are many kinds of snakes; though only a rare few give me caution."

[Fel]

"Where is away?" she asked, not sure what to make of the rest of what he said.

[House Frey]

"Ships, battles, living off the land. Doing what needs to be done for food and coin," he shrugged. He smirked. "You are a curious one."

[Fel]

"You've been in battles?" she asked, with a hint of excitement.

Alario's head shifted slightly, his ear turning towards the man.

[House Frey]

He only nodded, taking another drink of wine.

His eyes flicked from Alario back to Loreza. A strange curiosity of his own beginning to show. "Does the notion of battle excite you?"

[Fel]

"It makes for good stories," Loreza said, pulling the dirk loose from the table and sliding it into her belt.

[House Frey]

"Perhaps," he answers. He looked at the dirk she was sporting. "Have you ever used a weapon in anger?"

[Fel]

Loreza shrugged, "if you mean have I cut a man with it, I haven't had the need yet."

[Flex]

Brandon Bolton lumbered into the tavern, two of his men in his wake. He made his way immediately to the bar and bought two ales. Carrying one in each hand he made his way to an empty table.

[House Frey]

Keith's eyes darted to the door as the three large men barged into the tavern.

"Let's hope you will not have to use it this day," he said, nodding toward the commotion.

[Fel]

Loreza looked round as the large, pale-faced men entered, their leathers and furs gave them the look of men from the north. She looked at Alario, who had moments before been lazily drifting off on the divan. He was now alert, with a dangerous look in his eyes.

Alario said loudly to Brecol. "You smell that? Smell's like shit," he laughed, then turned to the new men. "Hey, Northerners, is the reason you all smell like shit because you come out of your mothers' arses instead of their cunts, or is it just the only thing you have up there strong enough to cover up your own natural, horrid odour."

[Flex]

Brandon roared out laughter, accidentally knocking over both his mugs in the process. "You're funny from a distance, little snake! Why don't you come closer and tell me another funny joke?" He took his massive warhammer from it sling and laid it out on the table, grinning widely.

[House Frey]

Keith's hands disappeared from the table, and into his cloak. His face remained passive and cool. There was a small click.

"There are plenty of taverns in King's Landing, northerner. Might you consider another?" he spoke up, wishing to avoid what was almost certain to come now.

OOC: 45 Cunning