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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 21:49:46 GMT -5
As they chat, Robyn sees four men in the purple and white of House Dayne sitting at the bar. They order drinks and make the usual catcalls at the table. She is sure they are not on the guest list.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 1:40:52 GMT -5
Robyn does not want to cause a scene by trying to do anything foolish, like take on four Ken single handedly, what kind of idiot would choose those odds.
Instead she nudges closer, still chatting to... 'Warrick' but trying to over hear what the Dayne men are talking about.
(Espionage 80)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 24, 2015 4:07:04 GMT -5
They are mostly chatting about being so far north and the worthless cold and wondering how they pissed Lord Bryce off so badly he'd send them all up there just to deliver a stupid message.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 14:11:05 GMT -5
Robyn wondered how they got up here, when she had been told it was nearly impossible to travel between here and Dorne.
She listened out, and tried to hear if they had delivered their message yet.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 24, 2015 14:21:04 GMT -5
They are joking about how pissed the king will be when they tell him about the puppy in her cage. It is very obscene, particularly given their excessively detailed stories of what they suspect Ser Frances is doing to her sister.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 14:36:09 GMT -5
Robyn listens for as long as she can, getting angrier and angrier, until she can not stop herself any more. She picks up her ale, walks over and pours it over one of the Dayne Men's heads.
"Fuck off, back to Dorne," hardly appropriate language for a princess.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 24, 2015 14:38:38 GMT -5
The men rise angrily, one of them drawing steel and getting it halfway out before he sees it's a slight, pretty woman. "Well, now, Harryld, you sure got the lady riled up." The speaker is missing four teeth and the scar at the edge of his mouth says it wasn't decay that caused it. "Sad when people can't take joking around." The men laugh a bit. "Apologies, little lady, we had no idea you liked dogs so much."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 24, 2015 14:43:30 GMT -5
Daxos Jubalho plays a song for the gathered revelers upon a goldenheart lute, singing with the voice of an angel.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 14:46:07 GMT -5
"The only dogs here are you four. Riled up bitches in heat whose only outlet is telling crude stories," Robyn said, glaring at the man with missing teeth.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 24, 2015 14:50:26 GMT -5
The man's look darkens. The stench of ale is heavy on his breath as he comes up to the small princess. "Well, then, we know what dogs in heat do, don't we?" he says, his voice deep and laden with menace. Robyn sees a few men get up and leave, no one wanting a fight with the ascendant swordsmen of Dorne. Robyn notices some of the men in the corner look Dornish, too, and realizes for the first time it's possible that they are the single biggest group in the tent.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 24, 2015 14:51:33 GMT -5
Noting the rising tensions, Daxos made his way over to the squabbling Westerosi, playing and singing louder. No ailment or dispute could not be solved with the healing power of song.
(Music (instrument)-50)
(Charm-70)
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 24, 2015 15:08:32 GMT -5
"Present and get fucked?" She suggested, her voice taking on an innocent tone that did not belay her realisation that this might have been a bit ill advised.
She glanced over at the man who was... singing his way over to them before looking back at the Dayne men.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 24, 2015 15:21:19 GMT -5
The music does nothing. The men glare at Robyn. The man missing his teeth goes to slap her when a hand grabs his wrist and slams it on the bar, then plunges a dagger into his palm. The second man rises to help and Robyn kicks him in the balls and pushes him into the other two. The third and fourth man stare at their buddy bleeding and try desperately to pull the dagger out. Pandemonium erupts. Warrick grabs the goldenwood lute and beats the hell out of two Dornish coming from behind the crew, the strong wood unscathed by the attention. Northmen and the Dornish tussle for a few minutes, and Robyn feels a hot rush of blood as someone punches her in the face. She is able to avoid the worst of it but it still hurts like a son of a bitch. She blinks through the pain and charges forward, causing the man impaled to the bar to cry out even more, then beats him with a mug of ale until the ale is gone and mixed with the blood all over.
A few minutes later leaves a nearly empty tent has Warrick unconscious in the corner, Robyn nursing a shiner that will look great at the wedding, a few northmen, and the other man. He is wearing a cloak with a black apple on it.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 24, 2015 15:27:43 GMT -5
Daxos picks up his lute, tunes it after wiping off a bit of the blood, and continues playing it as if nothing had happened.
"Well that was bracing."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 24, 2015 15:28:50 GMT -5
One of the westerosi chuckle as he plays. "Was that damn singing started this whole mess."
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