The Manse of Lord Fuyrio

[The Smith]

Piers Bettley escorted Myranda to a private feast at a powerful Lord of Braavos. He was dressed well in fine black, and blue silks. He walked her to the door, and waited to be admitted.

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Myranda was on his arm, wearing a tight fitting dress in a dark purple silk with black embroidery on the bodice. It had a low neckline and didn't cover her shoulders at all At the waist it fell loosely so it swept round her as she walked. Around her neck she had an onyx necklace that fell down to her mid chest. Her hair was in a half bun, so it ran down her back whilst being swept back from obscuring her face.

"Is there any kind of protocol for courtesy in Braavos I should stick to?" She asked, looking sideways at Piers as she waited.

[The Smith]

Piers shook his head, and looked away from her bodice, "What was that?"

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Myranda raised an eyebrow at him and rolled her eyes, but a smile played at her lips. "It is so nice you to know you have such a high level of respect for me." she said, eyeing him to the side of her, "I asked you if there is anything I should try and remember to do or not do to not seem rude."

[The Smith]

Piers replied, "The Braavosi have less restraints on them then Westorosi court. So just act polite, and ignore any rude comments he makes. He will be baiting you, trying to get a reaction. Just laugh, and make one of your sharp quips." He winked at her, "If you make him cry, I would be forever indebted."

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"I shall see what I can do," Myranda answered with a grin, she hoped hid the majority of her nervousness.

[The Smith]

Piers leaned forward, and rang the bell. Then leaning back he smiled wryly, and took her hand. Moments later a livried servant bowed, and spoke softly in the Valyrion bastardization that was spook in Braavos.

Piers replied in kind. The only words that Myranda recognized were her, and Piers names, and titles.

The servant nodded, and turned back into the house. Piers gave Myranda a goof look, puffing up his cheeks, and sticking his tongue out, and then he followed the other man.

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Myranda smiled and him and laughed softly as they following, letting herself be lead. Not being able to understand much unnerved her even more, but she smiled through it and Squeezing Piers hand.

[The Smith]

They entered a large parlor decorated with an exquisite touch. Gold and silver decorated everything in the room in a subdued manner. A tall white haired man, whose face looked much younger then his pale locks. He smiled, and in the common tongue says, "Lord Bettley, Lady Allyrion it is a pleasure to make your acquaintanceship. Welcome to my abode, I am Lord Hecules Fuyrio." He bowed deeply, and the platinum hilt of a swift bravo blade could be seen at his belt.

Piers glanced at Myranda when he was bent over, and rolled his eyes, before turning back as their host straightened. "A pleasure, you may call me Piers though. My surname always seems to cause people to shiver with dread. Beetles are not much loved."