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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2016 14:53:39 GMT -5
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After coming back from the Lonely Lighthouse, the giant tower goes dark. Leona hears little for a half hour or so, before she hears a tapping at the window of her room. "Are you decent?" The whispered voice of Beric Hightower asks.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2016 15:09:47 GMT -5
"Yes." She opened the window. Leona had tied her hair behind her head with a black ribbon and wore a loose, billowy shirt, blue silk, with a pair of loose-fitting breeches in dark grey. A dagger at her belt and a pair of leather boots completed her outfit. "I'm ready," she promised.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2016 15:12:30 GMT -5
Beric looked her over. "I like it," he said. He hopped in, a brace of short swords on his belt and a bag tied to his bag. "I have everything else." He whistled and took her hand and led her to a mirror on the wall, then he poked a few notches in the candelabra next to it and the wall moved to reveal a winding staircase. "Got to love paranoid builders," he said with a grin. "Shall we?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2016 15:18:14 GMT -5
"Gods," she whispered, surprised by the revelation. "But how did you know I was going to be in the room with the secret passage? Are there lots of them here?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2016 15:22:17 GMT -5
"Who do you think made your arrangements?" He asked. "My room is directly overhead. It makes it easy," he said. They head down the stairs in darkness. After a long climb they come to a door which he opens and moonlight rushes over them. He steps out and leads her to the place too, and Leona sees the door slide shut to reveal a featureless wall. She sees a few small sailboats nearby. "Well,": he said, hopping into the second of the tiny skiffs, "lead us, captain! See that green tinted lighthouse upstream? That's our goal!" He said happily.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2016 15:31:32 GMT -5
"Oh!" She cried. "I feel so daring. I have never gone out without a chaperone before, truly. Well, not outside my father's lands." She hopped into the boat beside him and immediately went to the tiller.
"I'm going to steer us out of the bay, then you can help me put the sail up," she said. She had a sure hand on the tiller and confidently steered them away from land.
"Do you know how to put the sail up?" She asked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2016 15:38:22 GMT -5
"Umm...no," he said, "but I think it's like...this!" He pulls and the sail fills with wind and the little boat rockets off. "Ok then," he said, falling backwards into the hold, "that worked I guess. Here," he said, opening his bag and pulling a smaller one out and tossing it to her once the boat is moving smoothly, "for our adventure."
The small bag contains a dark grey cloak with pockets that have a few silver and copper coins in them, as well as a slightly worn out brown tunic and some fake hoop earrings. "I didn't think you had the personality to bring a dagger," he said sheepishly, "color me impressed." In the bottom of the bag are plain sandals and pants. "Do you swim?" He asked. "How do you put the anchor down properly?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2016 15:44:19 GMT -5
"I'll show you when we get there," she said. She looked at the clothes he had brought for her, and wrinkled her nose at the plainness. "It's all so...brown," she said, with a hint of discontent. "Is my outfit so wrong, then?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2016 15:48:16 GMT -5
"No, not even a little," he said, "just not in keeping with our adventure. I thought you might like to see Oldtown," he said, "when knights and lords aren't clearing the streets. When people strive and struggle to live and celebrate any little achievement they make. But as beautiful as you are, you're much too striking in those," he said. "So we shall downgrade a bit for now." He would have winked if he'd had two eyes. "So let's drop anchors and become common!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2016 15:52:37 GMT -5
She nodded. "Alright, let#s do that. But no peeking when I change into those clothes." She gave him a look that was meant to be severe, but which failed rather badly.
They soon found a good spot to leave the boat and she showed him how to handle the anchor.
"Remember, don't peek," she said again. "Turn around, if you will."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2016 15:57:53 GMT -5
"It's not really peeking if I watch, right?" He said. "Peeking implies subtlety and deception." He grinned at her, noting the tone she'd made. "You can watch ME change if you want," he said, turning about and taking his shirt and pants off to put on more common looking garb, his mostly a dark blue and a black cloak. His second short sword stays in the hold and a fillet knife takes its spot on his belt. He puts an eyepatch on, a loose cloth one. His back has a few scars on it but it's clear he trains a lot; he is far stronger looking than anyone Leona has ever met for his age. "I hope you're only peeking a little," he calls out as he finishes.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2016 16:02:06 GMT -5
She had only looked a little bit, of course, and busied herself shaking out the dull brown clothing. She scrambled quickly into the clothes, thanking the Seven that she was able to move swiftly when she was not wearing her ladylike gowns.
"I'm ready," she said, pulling on the shoes, before belting on her dagger. "Now what?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2016 16:08:03 GMT -5
"Now," he said, taking her hand, "we go out on the town." He pays the dock master a few coins to watch the boat and then brushes her hair behind an ear, apparently just wanting an excuse to touch it. "Now we see a real tavern..." He takes her inside the Busty Mermad, whose door has a topless and quite buxom fish woman on it. He rolls his eyes in amusement as they step in, and she sees a giant mass of humanity. Beric pushes a few men aside and finds them both stools. A woman comes out to ask for their order and smiles at Leona.
"You looking for a drink or some work?" She asked, apparently admiring even peasant Leona's looks. "Not often we get a lass looks like you in here." A man missing a front tooth nods.
"She purty for sure," he agreed. "Could make a fortune upstairs." The young lord seems amused and awaits her reaction, giving her hand a comforting squeeze behind her back. If it came to a fight, the son of the contientn's best fighter could probably kill everyone here by himself.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 5, 2016 16:19:44 GMT -5
Leona had been startled by the picture of the mermaid. She didn't think of herself as prudish but the sight of a woman's bare breasts was just not decent in her eyes. She felt a bit nervous as they entered the tavern but did her best to hide it. Once they were seated gazed at the woman who had come to the table, not quite understanding the meaning of the comment, and certainly not the nature of the work that had been suggested.
"I'm here for an adventure, not to work," she said haughtily, forgetting that she was supposed to be acting lowborn. "I would like a drink, though. Do you have...." Not Arbor Gold, she decided, that was something she always drank. "Um, Beric, what do you think we should have?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 5, 2016 16:23:14 GMT -5
"Adventure?" The older man laughed, "You find this one at the Citadel?" He asked. "This here's a tavern, and ladies looks as good as you can make good coin," he said, "and I can give he an ad..." Beric's hand slapped him off his chair, the motion almost casual.
"Quite enough speaking to my mistress," he said, "you keep it up and my wife might hear o'this," he said. The woman giggled as the man picked himself up, still a bit shocked.
"Well, then," she said, "you want an adventure you got to go downstairs. But she''s a bit skinny for the pit," she said, looking doubtful, "and no way we putting a one eye in the wrestling match." Beric smiled.
"What do you think, dear? Are you too skinny for a wrestling match?" He grinned at her.
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