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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 0:59:48 GMT -5
"Not now, hell, no, there's still money to be made. Just get settled in and come back with us in the morning."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 12:22:11 GMT -5
Danya nodded and returned to her spot, from where she could easily keep an eye on the stall.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 12:29:59 GMT -5
The afternoon passes uneventfully. Amelia hasn't yet returned, and the couple pack to go to their inn. "It's right down this street on the shoreline, Danya. Can't miss it...it's the only name written in Westerosi."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 12:34:50 GMT -5
Danya nods. "Do you have a tub at yours perhaps? I could do with a wash." She looked up at the Warlock Tower. "If she isn't back by the time I've washed and eaten I might as well look for her." She sighed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 13:01:33 GMT -5
"Of course! I'm sure you're grubby after your journey." They pack up and head down the road.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 13:16:06 GMT -5
"Very much so," Danya said with a smile, remaining quiet for the rest of the walk to the house. She did however always keep her eyes open.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 13:19:56 GMT -5
The White Harbor is nice, nautically themed, with Westerosi style food and drink, though only one of the servers speaks any at all, and that is a bastard mishmash of Qartheen and Danya's language which is arguably less comprehensible than pure Qartheen. They show Danya to her room, which is small but has two bunks and room enough to store their minimal clothing. Her window overlooks the bay, though, and the water crashing on the shore is a pleasant enough sound.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 13:22:49 GMT -5
Danya stored her things beside one of the bunks, tested it out by lying in it before going to soak herself in a tub. Once that was done she made her way to the main room, dressed in leather breeches a shirt and a hooded cloak. "Thank you very much, again."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 13:27:59 GMT -5
"Of course." The bunk was comfortable, some sort of feathers forming it. The tavern seems reasonably popular, a good crowd streaming in and out, and lacking the boisterousness of many harbor bars.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 13:41:55 GMT -5
Danya smirks and orders some food. "Does it usually get busy here?" She asked the server, already regretting having to figure out what his answer would be.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2012 13:49:15 GMT -5
"Very." He manages perfectly understandably, the rest being gibberish. "Nighttime yes."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 31, 2012 13:54:25 GMT -5
"Of course," Danya said, patiently waiting for her meal. Once she had eaten she check her daggers, fetched her crossbow and made her way to the Warlock's Tower.
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