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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2012 13:16:37 GMT -5
A tavern in King's Landing
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2012 13:20:13 GMT -5
Cayn pushes the door open to the the Hairy Wench and walks in. Pale Pate and Skiver waited outside in the shadows of a nearby alleyway.
(OOC: Pale Pate and Skiver are NPCs, will put up their details now)
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 14, 2012 13:39:31 GMT -5
The tavern was relatively full this time of the evening, the usual clientele being sailors, lowly tradesmen and sellswords. The barman, a short chap with impossibly big arms glares at Cayn.
"What?"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2012 14:08:47 GMT -5
Cayn frowns at the short man. "A drink," he responds in kind. "Ale"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 14, 2012 15:29:11 GMT -5
The man grunted and poured dirty ale into an ever dirtier mug and slammed it down. "Three copper."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2012 19:46:54 GMT -5
Cayn squinted at the man and put a quick show into counting out three coppers. He left the barkeep with a lingering look before walking off and finding himself a place to seat, where he could view the rest of the tavern.
He examined all the patrons with his careful eye, considering each one of them in turn for anything suspicious.
(Observation: 70)
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 14, 2012 20:10:57 GMT -5
The only person who really stood out among the crowd of amused, drunken folk was a nervous, stooped fellow of about fourty. He had greying hair and a large adam's apple and sat by himself, thing hands nursing an untouched ale.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2012 20:15:31 GMT -5
Cayn watched the man out of the corner of his eye as he drank the ale, though not without casting a look over the rest of the tavern every so often. He looked for weapons on the nervous man.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 14, 2012 20:20:24 GMT -5
He wore thin brown rags and no obvious details of concealed weapons were noticeable. The man did not look the type to get into a scrap on purpose.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 14, 2012 20:23:39 GMT -5
Cayn looks around the tavern for any children.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 14, 2012 20:44:42 GMT -5
The only child that was around was young girl of about eight, asleep at the top of some stairs. Evidently she must be the barman's daughter.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2012 15:43:10 GMT -5
Cayn leans back and waits, watching everyone in the tavern discretely, and also waiting for the turtle knight to appear.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2012 16:06:12 GMT -5
The turtle knight entered not long there after, dressed in a bit more wore-down clothing than Cayn had seen him in at the Hare and Tortoise. He went over to the barkeep and ordered himself some ale, before he went and found himself a emtpy seat on the opposite side from where Cayn were positioned, before taking a large drink from the dirty mug of ale.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2012 10:19:02 GMT -5
As the Turtle Knight leaves the bar with his ale, a short stocky man with a bald head and thick eyebrows approaches the bar. He is followed by another pig-faced man of similar height. Both are covered in filth, seemingly from riding.
"Barkeep! Barkeep! he barks, slamming the palm of his hand on the bar repeatedly and thus gaining the bartender's irritated attention.
"I demand a beer," he growls loudly but slowly, in a way that suggests non-compliance may result in damage to persons and/or items.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 18, 2012 14:07:55 GMT -5
Cayn watches people of all ages drinking, while the nervous man begins to glance around, taking the occasional half sip of his ale.
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The short and stocky barman looks up. "And I demand you get out of here."
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