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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2016 13:33:03 GMT -5
"Observe," he said, "not catch. My men can do that soon enough. I believe a lord should know exactly what is in his lands, and who. They are exceptionally dangerous if provoked," he said. "We can get a shirt from someone here." The fighters are boxing and the woman seems to be getting the worst of it for now. "I htink you could have beat her," he remarked.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 6, 2016 13:36:51 GMT -5
She laughed at that. "How? I'm not trained to wrestle and I know nothing of real violence."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2016 13:41:15 GMT -5
Beric just chuckles. "If you say so. My silver'd be on you." He grinned. "Let's change your shirt and head elsewhere in the city. I'm sure you'd like to see something a bit different."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 6, 2016 13:44:34 GMT -5
"Like what?" She asked eagerly. "Do you come to these places often?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2016 13:46:50 GMT -5
"Not often," he said, "often enough to keep abreast of what's going on. Relying on agents is a sure sign of eventual failure." He thought a moment. "Well, I've showed you the seedy-ish side of Oldtown. We can go much, much seedier, or we can go to a different sort of party area." He grinned. "You still can't manage to quite look common," he noted. "
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 6, 2016 13:51:19 GMT -5
She shrugged as her eyes danced. "Should I apologise for my ladylike bearing? My septa schooled me well. You choose where we go next."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2016 14:08:20 GMT -5
Beric smiled a bit and nodded as they walked upstairs. He whispers to one of the workers and they lead Leona and him upstairs to a small room with only a narrow bed. She probably gets a bit suspicious but then the lady returns with a slightly thicker reddish wool shirt. "Here," she says, handing it to the young lady, "for when you're done." Beric looks at her with an amused expression.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 6, 2016 16:24:19 GMT -5
Leona took the shirt and looked at it a little dubiously. "Does she think we're going to...." She flushed. "Make love? You know we can't!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2016 16:27:20 GMT -5
"Of course she does," Beric said, "what do you think this room's for?" He grinned. "And we could...we just SHOULDN'T," he said. "We'll go out the window though because it's just that sort of night."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 6, 2016 16:41:11 GMT -5
"Of course." She smiled brightly at him. "If I were not a noble woman then maybe we could...you know. But I am, and I must go to my marriage bed a maiden."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2016 16:44:41 GMT -5
Beric has a funny look on his face. "So you keep saying," he said with a smirk. He turns about so she can put the shirt on. He probably doesn't look when her shirt is blocking her vision as she takes it off. He opens the shutters and looks down. "Perfect," he said. "There's a few bales of hay outside." He waves and hops out the window. Leona hears a soft thud. "Yep...soft as a baby's bottom!" he said. "Hurry up! Time waits for none of us sad mortals!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 6, 2016 16:55:56 GMT -5
She wondered how he had known the hay was there but climbed through the window and jumped with a cry of sheer exhilaration.
She landed on hands and knees and broke into hysterical laughter.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2016 16:59:35 GMT -5
She gets hay everywhere and Beric is already looking about. "Good," he said, "this way," he took her hand and led her swiftly down the crowded roads. Leona's never seen a street so busy so late. "The vendors here never sleep," Beric explained, "because ships have to dock and launch at all hours because of how crowded it gets. Are you hungry?" He stops at a merchant and buys a leg of chicken and a loaf of brad. "I'm famished."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Aug 6, 2016 17:07:15 GMT -5
She suddenly realised that she was hungry after all. "Thanks. How about a drink as well?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 6, 2016 17:11:41 GMT -5
"That's coming," he promised. The chicken tastes good to a hungry belly, and the bread is warm and fresh baked. Sailors pass them and Leona fits right in in her garb. They approach another tavern, this one obviously much more reputable than the last. "This one," he said, "looks incredible..." a guard nods at them as they enter, and Beric slips him a silver, "but," they get a table for two overlooking the lit harbor where the ships come and go endlessly, "this one is owned by no less than the crime lord in charge of this entire section of the city's underworld. Unbelievable, right?" he asked as a buxom lass, this one clearly foreign, came to ask for what they wanted to drink. "I'd have never believed it myself. Even tonight if it weren't for this disguise a dozen patrons here right now could recognize me."
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