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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 22, 2015 22:42:36 GMT -5
A parody of the supposed decadence and corruption of the Lannisters, this gambling hall is outfitted with red lions and the occasional kraken. Guests to it are blindfolded and led to it, and are exited the same way. Rumors as to its location have stumped the watch for months, because no building so large should be unnoticed for so long.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 28, 2016 19:53:28 GMT -5
Larry sits blearily at a table, the tankard of ale at his hand one of the few comforts that he has at the moment. He finally made it back to Westeros, though he'd had to change his destination a few times on the advice of the captain. It was enough that he'd lost his gold, clothes, and eyepatch to the man, but serving on a oar until they'd reached the port of the captains choice seemed a bit much for a dice game. At least he'd given back the clothes. And now he was here, in a den of what was surely liars and murderers. Better company than up north at least.
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