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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 10:01:45 GMT -5
Westeros's finest restaurant/alehouse, the Seven Kingdoms has been operated continuously for at least a century. Fighting will result in the giant guard beating the unruly guests to a pulp, as only the highest standards of decorum are permitted. It is a place for the highest members of society to drink and gossip, away from those who would seek to fight every time they get a few drinks in them.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 9, 2012 13:46:04 GMT -5
Reyna Harlaw enters with Dawn Lannister. She looked about hoping none of her countrymen were present since she wasn't exactly dressed as one of them.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 13:50:43 GMT -5
She is immediately shorn of that hope, as the handsome Iron lord, Douglass Greyjoy of Sea Dragon point is there. He is sitting at a table with a few of the more refined Ironborn captains. Reyna notices Northmen, Goldlanders, Dornish, and Kingslanders as well, their tabards blending together in her mind in their ubiquity. Dawn immediately notices two handsome young men and sits down. "Hello, good sers...I'm Dawn, and this is Reyna. We're looking for a good time."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 9, 2012 14:15:13 GMT -5
Reyna raised one eyebrow. She was more used to young men approaching her than being the one to approach.
"Yes. I have never been to Mason's Keep before," she said. "Or to this place either. Do the two of you know it well?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 21:49:12 GMT -5
"Not so well; we only just got here ourselves," the one on the right says. He does an obligatory sweep with his eyes of the attractive Ironborn girl and the widowed lion, as does his friend, although his friend is a bit less courteous on the whole affair. "I'm Kal, and my rather forward friend here is Fyodor." He's not a large man, but handsome enough, with straight, even teeth and a cleft chin, along with a warrior's athletic build. "And I find it very strange I do not already know the names of two ladies as lovely as yourselves."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 9, 2012 21:59:57 GMT -5
Eventually, Arania found her way away from the maze of tents and pavilions that made up the Goldlands camp. She entered the Seven Kingdoms, as it seemed a classy establishment, somewhere she would not be ashamed to be seen. She found a quiet corner, where she sat with a cup of wine and pulled a small writing case from her reticule and began to record some of her thoughts and impressions of the people she had encountered.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 22:09:31 GMT -5
A girl with long, chestnut hair sits across from her, seating being at a complete premium in the crowded establishment. "Hi, I hope you don't mind my sitting here; there's just..." she waves about with a helpless grin, "nowhere else to sit. I'm Catherine Mallister."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 9, 2012 22:40:57 GMT -5
She looked up, startled a bit by a voice so close by. "Oh, I certainly don't mind," she said, carefully angling her papers away from Catherine's line of sight. She did most certainly mind. "I'm Arania Hightower." She looked back down at her writing...and she had lost her train of thought. Damn. Might as well strike up a conversation.
"Well," she began, looking the riverlander over, "what do you think of Mason's Keep so far? Meet anyone interesting?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 22:42:27 GMT -5
Amelia Royce entered the Seven Kingdoms, the hood of her cloak pulled up high to conceal her bruise. She had sent out word to some of her friends to meet her here, planning to discuss that bastard Blackwall.
Just for old time's sake she had also sent someone to try and find Malryas Bolton, if he was at all interested. Keeping an eye out for the lot of them she found a place to sit.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 22:47:48 GMT -5
Ami sees Catherine Mallister chatting to some girl. The only open seating is next to Catherine and the other southron girl.
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Catherine smiles, though she senses the slight inconvenience. 'i am so grateful for your forbearance; but there's really nowhere else to sit! I am finding this place...exciting and different, for sure. I haven't met the man I've been looking for, though..."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 22:50:08 GMT -5
Ami frowned a little before making her way over to the seat.
"Excuse me please, may I?" She asked, smiling at both.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 9, 2012 22:54:44 GMT -5
"Are you looking for a certain man, or just a man in gen..." She didn't finish her sentence before another girl showed up. Arania almost rolled her eyes. Instead she began folding her papers carefully and putting them away. It would be easier to hide from prying eyes that way. "Please, do," she said. "I don't need the whole table, do I?"
She looked the newcomer over. Her hood was up, but she could still see a bit of purple spread across her face. Perhaps she was the one the septon had mentioned, the girl who had been assaulted? Or perhaps it was an unfortunate birthmark. "I'm Arania Hightower."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 23:06:07 GMT -5
"Amelia Royce," She replied, her eyes scanning the room briefly before coming to rest on Arania. "How was your journey?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 9, 2012 23:24:09 GMT -5
"Long, arduous, stuffy," she said succinctly. "And yours?" She let her eyes linger on the blotch on the Royce girl's face.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 23:27:33 GMT -5
Ami narrowed her eyes. "Quite alright." She answered, before turning towards the door, keeping her eyes on it.
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