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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2012 12:12:19 GMT -5
A small inn on the south side of the city. It is inexpensive, yet not entirely distatesful. The individual behind its name clearly knew little of the anatomy of fish.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2012 12:14:15 GMT -5
Lord Aeric Pyre and his small retinue of a squire and a handful of guardsmen proceed to the drowned fish. Lord Aeric scans its patrons wordlessly, sniffs, and apparently deems the establishment is worthy of his presence. He provides the innkeeper with sufficient payments for three rooms. One for himself and two for his companions. After glancing around and failing to recognize any of his fellow guests, Pyre retires to his chambers.
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Post by Raven Umber on Dec 22, 2012 20:09:10 GMT -5
Raven entered and asked for two rooms, one for her and another for Malix. She also asked for hot water for baths. Taking the keys, Raven thanked the owner and handed one to Malix. She smiled,"Now we shall meet back here after we are more.... Presentable."
She then left him and headed to her room.
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Post by Kurts on Dec 22, 2012 20:19:15 GMT -5
Malix entered his room and disrobed, his pit fighter's garb dropping to the floor as he slid into the lukewarm water of his bath. Clouds of dirt and dried blood quickly sullied the water as he scrubbed his toned and scarred flesh.
His master had sometimes afforded him a bath after a victory at the pits, usually because a noblewoman of Meereen had paid to be serviced by him. At those times his muscles had been oiled to a shine in preparation. He was thankful such debasement was behind him.
When he was bathed, Malix changed into the only real pair of clothes he owned, a simple white tunic and breeches. He headed downstairs on the rowdiness of the tavern to join Raven at a table.
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Post by Raven Umber on Dec 22, 2012 20:24:47 GMT -5
Raven was seated at a table near the bar. There was already two mugs ion the table, Raven was drinking from hers and listening to the bard. She had also ordered them some food.
She was wearing her riding pants and a tunic with a small sticthed sigil of her father's house on the left sleeve. Her hair was left to hang down to her shoulders, as she waited.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2012 20:33:38 GMT -5
Lord Pyre entered the inn, alone, moving stiffly. His eyes moved slowly over the inn's patrons, pausing for a moment on the bizarre pair of the Ghiscari and the northern woman. His brow wrinkled ever so slightly, but he made no comment. Silently, he began to move across the room, heading toward his rooms.
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Post by Kurts on Dec 22, 2012 20:37:37 GMT -5
He pit fighter took and seat and thirsting began gulping his mug of ale with obvious gratitude. For days he had been subsiding on rain runoff and horse troughs to quench his thirst.
When the mug was half empty he slowed down, deciding to savor the rest as if it were precious.
"I thank you for your kindness." he said with a bow of his head, taking in the woman with eyes that had lives a harder life than most in this establishment. "Your symbol?" he asked, pointing to the sigil on her tunic.
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Post by Raven Umber on Dec 22, 2012 20:44:05 GMT -5
Raven's eyes caught the sight of the young lord staring and turned her attention Malix. She chuckled as he inhaled the huge mug. He wanted to know of the sigil.
"It is the sign of my father's house, by rights I should not wear it but it was a gift from him, so I do.", she ran her fingers over it lightly. "Are you enjoying your ale? There is more, you know... Just ask for it."
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Post by Kurts on Dec 22, 2012 20:55:27 GMT -5
Malix looked at her with suspicion, unable to believe his good fortune.
"Why are you doing this?"
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Post by Raven Umber on Dec 22, 2012 21:00:26 GMT -5
"I am doing this because I should and you looked like you needed help." She shrugged,"I saw you fight and the way you carry yourself, it perked my interest."
"I have an idea to also help you earn money, if that is what you seek." Raven took a deep swallow of her ale and a bite of her bread. "He pays us and is always looking for new.... Hands to help him."
"If you are interested, I will let him know." Her green eyes searching his, for some reason she wanted him to say he would.
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Post by Kurts on Dec 23, 2012 0:42:11 GMT -5
Malix reached across the table and took the girl's hand, smiling again.
"The gods themselves sent you!" he exclaimed. "What sort of man in this?"
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Post by Raven Umber on Dec 23, 2012 10:09:40 GMT -5
Raven gasped with a smile as Malix grabbed her hand. She felt every muscle in his grip. "He is...",she paused to collect her nerves,"foreign like you but his language is different."
"He has hired a group of us to help him find items that he is looking for around Westeros." Raven focused on Malix's hand again, and whispers to him,"....He also uses magic... I believe he is a sorcerer..."
Raven sits back,"Do not utter that loudly here." She could not help but stare. He was a different man. Unlike most he has not advanced on her on the presumption that she was a whore nor had he slighted her for being a woman. Maybe things are different across the Narrow Sea.
She smiled,"How is your room?"
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Post by Lord Rykker on Dec 23, 2012 10:28:27 GMT -5
Uhtred enters the tavern with a group of the Iron Titan captains, a relatively well dressed group compared to the normal sailor man. He does not see Raven and the group claims one of the larger tables in the room, talking quietly among themselves in Low Valyrian.
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Post by Kurts on Dec 23, 2012 13:19:50 GMT -5
Malix's excitement darkened slightly at the mention of a sorcerer. He had heard dark tales among the slaves, nightmares really, of men purchased by the Asshai for use in bizarre rituals. Still, this woman seemed to trust the man, foolish as that might be. And he was desperate.
"I will earn the coin." he said with a nod. "Speak with him."
"The room is the first I have called my own." Malix remarked, remembering the bunkhouses for the pit fighters. "The softest bed I have ever slept in as well."
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Post by Raven Umber on Dec 23, 2012 13:34:02 GMT -5
She saw his reserve when he heard 'sorcerer' . "He does pay us well and as far as I have counted", she nodded,"We are all still here. I will speak with him on the morrow."
Tilting her head with a grin,"You don't have much do you? I only ask because you appreciate everything. I have never wanted for anything my whole life. Being as I am, a bastard, that is mostly unheard of, but to be able to do you a kindness. I understand." She thought of Jory's words again as she looked at Malix.
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