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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 14:50:15 GMT -5
A Tavern near mason's keep, delightful ale but shitty food.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 14:51:57 GMT -5
Ivan sat alone curved over the table drinking a horn of ale, it had been a sweet fight he was now cheering ,his own way, the victory.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 14:56:01 GMT -5
After a while, Erik Pyke looked over at him, frowning.
"Don't I know you? I swear I've seen your face before. On the tourney grounds, maybe?"
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 14:58:14 GMT -5
He was not desiring company. "Aye, I beat the shit out of the dog man..." He said with a quick glance at Pyke, then looking back at his horn.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 15:08:11 GMT -5
"Oh yes. I remember. That was a good fight," Erik said appreciately. "I enjoyed watching. Do you mean to compete in the tourney?"
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 15:24:47 GMT -5
He ended his cup and before answering th ironborn he asked for some more ale. "Aye... You?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 15:28:12 GMT -5
"I will. I'm no good at anything besides fighting," Erik claimed, without remorse. "I hope to find myself a patron if I do well."
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 15:33:59 GMT -5
"Patron..." He chuckled. "Where are you from, boy?" He said with a firm and dry voice.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 15:36:57 GMT -5
"Never you mind," Erik replied.
He didn't like to talk about his background, since men from the Islands weren't supposed to be knights.
"I travel everywhere. That's all that matters."
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 15:38:29 GMT -5
"Smart boy..." He took a long sip of his ale. "Have you ever killed someone?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 15:44:46 GMT -5
"Plenty of times. That's my job," Erik said. "Mostly bandits and the like, though."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 15:51:57 GMT -5
Lars enters the Tavern followed by a loud speaking, large, ugly man that looks like he hasn't decided between savage and noble.
"We can find him and gain gold, what would be the problem with that? Come on Lars, you're a good Lad and the best tracker I know I need you on this!" Durran says at almost a yell.
"I asked the Hand if I could go North to fight the Wildlings, and that is all I intend to do. Once I have dealt with them I will return to the King." Lars replies in a normal voice for a private conversation.
"The king would love for you to take out Handsome Gary Grimm, why do you think there is a reward for him!" Durran quickly replies again in a loud manner, while slamming his fists on a table.
They both sit down at that table, Lars does not say anything else, and Durran orders two horns of ale, and tells the server to keep them coming.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 15:57:35 GMT -5
"You're just like me... only smaller..." He stared at the boy.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 15:59:58 GMT -5
Danya Frey entered the tavern, dressed for this occasion as a lady should. Her dress was white with roses stitched to it (she hated it) and she had added some powder and various subtle things to her face to make her look just a tad different from her real face.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 16:01:53 GMT -5
"I'm not small," Erik argued. "And don't call me boy. I'm a man grown."
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