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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 12, 2015 15:37:08 GMT -5
The bustling docks of Lannisport.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 12, 2015 15:46:24 GMT -5
A galleon makes its way in to port, flying a flag of peace under the sigil of House Cleftjaw - a skull with (as one might expect) a broken jaw. It sits low in the water, its hold clearly full.
Once the docking fees are negotiated, Quentyn gives most of the crew shore leave. His intent is to sell off most of their plunder brought back from Mantarys, and there's no better way to spread word of their arrival than having a bunch of drunks brag about it in every tavern in the city.
Quentyn himself wanders off toward the more upscale part of town.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 12, 2015 15:57:03 GMT -5
Upscale Lannisport is expensive, but right now Quentyn Cleftjaw could buy out many of the established families here on a whim. Shops, markets, taverns with fashionably acceptable upcharges on drinks and more await.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 12, 2015 16:06:53 GMT -5
Quentyn picks a tavern almost at random, walks in and has a seat at the bar.
"Ale," he tells the barkeep, pulling a Manterene coin from his purse. "And I hoped you might give me some directions."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 12, 2015 16:10:52 GMT -5
The barkeep fills a towering mug full of strong dark beer and hands it to the lord. "Of course, m'lord. Directions to where?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 12, 2015 16:16:13 GMT -5
Quentyn takes a sip of the beer before answering. "Well, I'm captain of a ship that's full to bursting with loot from the sack of Mantarys. I'd rather not bother with selling it all piecemeal to different merchants. Is there anyone I can talk to who coordinates this sort of thing? Whichever Lannister runs the town, maybe?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 12, 2015 16:29:47 GMT -5
"Lady Joanna is the head of house at the moment while her father and brother war," the man says. "Marse Hill is probably the most notorious trader we have though. If something can be bought, sold, traded, or invested he is the man to see. Weapons, ships, spices, anything."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 12, 2015 16:31:48 GMT -5
"Hill? Whose bastard is he?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 12, 2015 16:35:35 GMT -5
"One of those lions. Never knew which one, exactly. They all look alike to me," he says with an amiable chuckle. "But he has the look and the gold."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 12, 2015 16:40:20 GMT -5
Quentyn takes a long sip, thinking. "Suppose I'll go have a word with the both of them. You know anything about this Joanna? Didn't she get kidnapped and start a war, a bit back?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 12, 2015 16:59:24 GMT -5
"She did, she's been a bit queer since then, but I can't say I know her. I'm still a barman," he says. "Her brother is an all right sort, though."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 12, 2015 17:13:47 GMT -5
Quentyn chuckles at that. "Is he? Does he come in here when he's not off killing Northmen?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 12, 2015 17:17:52 GMT -5
"Been gone a while, but business is business. Doesn't refuse to pay because of who his father is and all that." The barkeep shrugs. "Some try."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Mar 12, 2015 18:49:50 GMT -5
Quentyn shrugs. "Well, it's not as though the Lannisters are wanting for gold. I think he can afford a drink, here and there."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 13, 2015 3:55:49 GMT -5
"And yet some still skip out, but anyway, such is the way of things," the man said. "Is it true there was a dragon at Mantarys?"
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