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Post by Kurts on Feb 28, 2016 15:14:03 GMT -5
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In the morning the pair continued for Pentos, asking around in local taverns if any were familiar with Lordsbane when he had been in the city. There was word he was in the Dornish Marches, but a more specific location and a mutual acquaintance across the Narrow Sea would make what came next much easier.
To clarify, Mia did the talking, as Letho did not speak Pentoshi. He did however do his best to look intimidating as he stood next to her, showing his willingness to black good cop/bad cop if she did not get the answers they needed.
Intimidation 84 (80+4 for ability)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 28, 2016 15:17:09 GMT -5
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The pair are informed, after spending much money on drinks. Ilyn Lordsbane had come to Pentos and fallen in with a band of rogues who had fled Bryce Dayne's army after its defeat, and had supposedly returned to Westeros on a notorious smuggling vessel called the Greyshield. The ship is docked in Pentos's harbor.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 28, 2016 15:25:34 GMT -5
"I guess we know where we are to go next. Your piece of shit continent. Let's go check out that boat" Mia said, not happy her purse felt lighter... this was the opposite of what she needed.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 28, 2016 15:26:40 GMT -5
"Dorne isn't so bad...I mean besides their prisons." he remarked. "Have to spend money to make money in this work. Information is never free."
They made their way to the docked ship, Letho attempting to determine whether the crew and captain were Westerosi or something else.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 28, 2016 15:37:23 GMT -5
The crew is a mix of everywhere, and the flag, amusingly, is a green dragon from Meereen. Today, anyway. It's a souped-up galley, sleek and fast and dangerous looking, and the crew is the typical hard lot.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 28, 2016 16:02:09 GMT -5
Letho approached the ship, seeking out the captain, feeling this was his kind of crowd. He kept his partner slightly behind him, between himself and most of the crew, in case these hard men decided to test there luck and get handsy.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 28, 2016 16:08:25 GMT -5
He is stopped at the board leading up by a few guards. "The fuck are ye?" is the question posed by a giant man with blue dyed hair.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 28, 2016 16:19:12 GMT -5
Letho looked up at the blue-haired giant, not shrinking away in the slightest, though his hand hovered near one of the knives at his belt.
"Looking for passage to the Marches, join up with a man named Lordsbane." he answered. "Heard from the tavern you're the ship for the job and don't ask much in the way of questions."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 28, 2016 16:23:59 GMT -5
"Mm," the giant said. "Maybe a few questions." He steps aside and points to the cabin door. "Cap'n is in. Ask her."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 28, 2016 16:26:32 GMT -5
Mia is interested by the her part, and goes to the cabin door, knocking.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 28, 2016 17:12:38 GMT -5
The door opens and the pair see a woman with one eye sitting behind a desk. She looks them over and frowns. "Not sailing today. Find a new transport," she said airily. She looks Westerosi but her accent is somewhat exotic."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 29, 2016 17:14:34 GMT -5
"We need passage on your boat, " Mia replied, "to westeros, don't care when you sail there. People in the tavern told us this is the best ship to take" she explained,
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 29, 2016 17:44:18 GMT -5
"They are right, if you don't wanna be seen," she said. "Otherwise we are a bit outside most peoples' price." She smiled. "Do you not wanna be seen?"
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Post by Kurts on Feb 29, 2016 20:01:03 GMT -5
"We're looking for a mutual friend we've been told you know, one who didn't want to be seen." Letho replied, happy the woman spoke Common. "Were told you ferried him across the Narrow Sea to the Marches. Just need to know whereabouts."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 1, 2016 14:31:08 GMT -5
"He paid fifteen for silence," she said. "You pay thirty for words." That's more than a princely sum to a sellsword. "And my only friends are on this vessel."
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