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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 16:06:05 GMT -5
Ivan got up, the boy wasn't small, yet he towered over him. "I call you boy if I want, do you have any problem with that?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 16:10:36 GMT -5
"I do."
Erik glared at the tall man. He wasn;t used to looking up at people.
"Clearly they teach no manners where you come from."
Not that they taught manners in the Iron Islands, either, but Erik was disinclined to mention that.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 16:17:24 GMT -5
"Don't they teach you to pick the right fights, wherever you come from...?" He said approaching his face to the boy's.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 16:25:19 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. Lars looked over at the girl as she entered. He thought for a moment he recognised her, but decided he hadn't. He settled with smiling at her from his chair, he was able to drown out Durran's yelling for a moment, which was always nice. |
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 16:26:34 GMT -5
"You're the one picking a fight by insulting me," Erik growled. "And after I complimented you on your skill, too!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 16:28:34 GMT -5
Danya noticed the man smiling at her and gave a small smile back, before sitting down at a corner table and keeping her ears sharp.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 16:29:32 GMT -5
"Insulting you? Do you take "boy" as an insult?" He roared. "And, yes, you are a boy... When you were born I had already killed my first man...."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 16:35:56 GMT -5
Lars moved his gaze from the girl over to the standing men. He immediatley recognised the large one from the training yard, and let out a sigh seeing him looking to get into another fight.
"You know them?" Durran asks spitting out some ale towards Lars while doing so.
Lars wipes his face of the ale before answering. "The large one fought another huge man in the training yard. Seems he loves to fight."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 16:37:46 GMT -5
"Well then, you're old enough to know better," Erik retorted.
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 8, 2012 16:40:12 GMT -5
Ser William Marshal returns to the inn; he'd arrived here a fortnight ago and was staying in the inn's best room. His silver he'd won at the last tournament he'd entered, nearly three moons ago, was beginning to run low but he had enough to see him through the next two months, or longer if he lived the more spartan lifestyle he was used to as a hedge knight. He'd begun to enjoy sleeping on a mattress, however, and intended to do well in this tournament circuit, so he could continue to sleep on one.
His cloak is a dark green, patched at the hem, and his clothes are simple and well made, but showing some wear and tear. A longsword hangs at his left hip, and his mail jingles as he walks.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 16:47:24 GMT -5
He backed away a bit from the boy, that one really had balls, it wasn't anyone who faced him like. "This place is getting crowded..." He spat. "I'd rather be going..."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 8, 2012 16:49:55 GMT -5
"Fine then."
Erik grinned, hoping he'd won that argument.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 8, 2012 17:07:02 GMT -5
"I hope you don't die until we meet on the meelee..." He grinned and went to his rented room on the second floor.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 8, 2012 17:10:50 GMT -5
"Haha!" Durran laughs even louder than he talks. "To the lad who scares giants!" He calls over to Erik as he raises his horn of ale. "Come have a horn on me!" Durran says as he gives a grin of rotten teeth
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 17:23:05 GMT -5
Danya finally ordered a glass of wine and sipped it slowly, keeping one eye on the goings on.
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