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Post by The Raven on Jun 29, 2016 19:29:22 GMT
"There's one I always see at the port, talking to the fishermen. The others seem to move around to avoid the aristocrats and watchmen, but they're not to difficult to find. I can't say I know where they sleep..."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 29, 2016 20:06:41 GMT
Nyles nodded. The port would be the easiest way to smuggle in people and weapons and information. "I didn't expect you would," he smiled. "Seven be with you, Septon Gareth." He heads out of the sept and back to the Red Keep, planning on heading to the harbor the next day.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 30, 2016 13:53:07 GMT
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When he gets a chance, the squire heads to the docks. He decides to bring his sword and gear with him but wears a thick winter cloak to try not making it too obvious. He seeks out the false septon who has been prowling the area.
32 observation
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Post by The Raven on Jun 30, 2016 15:50:03 GMT
(Success) It doesn't take long to find the charlatan setting up his show. This one is distinguished by his impressive, braided blonde moustachios that extend far past his chin, and his carefully weaved hair. He carries a large crate on which to stand, and a smaller box containing pieces of cloth depicting the red dragon, to be sewn on by his potential recruits.
Right now, he is pressing such a dragon into the hand of a passing fisherman, who seems more interested in getting back to sea and not a just monarchy.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 30, 2016 19:13:48 GMT
Nyles watches the crowds a bit. He keeps looking around him and looks for a rough estimate of the general size and attitude of the crowd, but he is more interested in the presence of people who this man would be reporting to.
32 (33?) observation
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Post by The Raven on Jun 30, 2016 23:32:41 GMT
(Success. Observation raised to 33.) Nearby, Nyles recognizes the man he had been trailing the earlier day, though dressed plainly today and wearing a wide brimmed and drooping hat to help mask his features. He's smoking a pipe and watching the other charlatan preach.
Eventually, the man in the crowd puts away his pipe and calls out, "I lost my wife in that Sept! She didn't hurt no one and a whitecloak slit her throat just the same!"
As the crowd grows larger and more volatile, the smoking man begins to slip away, no doubt to avoid being questioned about his unfortunate marriage.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 30, 2016 23:49:09 GMT
The squire decides to hell with it and follows him. The man knows who he is so he pulls his cloak over his head to obscure his features but he won't let him lose his sight.
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Post by The Raven on Jul 1, 2016 17:12:54 GMT
(Informal stealth roll barely succeeds.) Before long, the stranger guides Nyles to a place called the Kraken's Delight, a rowdy tavern catering to sailors. The squire's target moves through the crowded room before stopping at the bar. He whispers something to the presumptive owner, a giant of a man with several medallions and tokens of various faiths, a typical practice among veteran seamen.
The giant points to the ceiling, and then the charlatan makes his way to the stairs.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 1, 2016 20:21:26 GMT
Nyles looks about. "Ale please," he said, "strongest ye got," he slips back into his yokel accent. He looks to the stairs. Going up them was idiotic but he hadn't learned caution at his age. The ale would give him the courage to make the choice, no doubt. He looks about to see if anyone is obviously wearing the red dragon patches or the like.
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Post by The Raven on Jul 2, 2016 3:00:49 GMT
He saw no patches. If this was one of Benjy's establishments, he likely didn't want it to attract the attention of Blackfyre supporters.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 2, 2016 11:06:44 GMT
Nyles will wait and see if anything happens to distract the owner enough for him to go up the stairs unnoticed. If no rowdiness or Mathan breaks out, he settles for watching for anyone else going up or down the stairs.
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Post by The Raven on Jul 2, 2016 12:21:03 GMT
Various lowborn customers make their way up and down from the second floor, most of them laughing and carousing. As a sailor's tavern, it's not unlikely a gambling den or brothel is located upstairs, away from the eyes of more devout customers.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 2, 2016 14:09:00 GMT
Acting drunk and letting himself stumble just a bit, Nyles is all smiles as he heads upstairs, looking for ladies to occupy his time, but naturally he is more concerned with finding the priest. He keeps his ale in his right hand and gets his bearings as he gets up the stairs, looking for rooms, people, and maybe a window in the event of his needing an emergency exit.
33 observation
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Post by The Raven on Jul 2, 2016 17:58:01 GMT
(Success. 1 point awarded.) There are seven doors, four of which are open. In one, he can clearly see a very animated dice game in progress. None of the players around the table are the charlatan though, and none pay him any mind as he passes by.
The second room contained a swarthy foreigner who might as well have been the Sealord of Braavos, considering what little Nyles knew of outside culture. The Sealord was smoking from a curious urn and staring intently at a book in his lap. The room has a window that overlooks the bay. With a good running leap, Nyles might be able to hit the water and not break his legs.
The third and fourth room have a woman in each. There were professional brothels in King's Landing where the employees could convince any man or woman they had been waiting with baited breath for them their entire lives. These were were the more common variety who could maybe muster a convincing smile for the right coin.
One of them wore only a cloth robe, while the other wore only her virtue, which probably sold at only a slightly better value.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 2, 2016 18:06:23 GMT
Three closed doors. Nyles cursed his luck and stopped for a second at each closed door listening for conversation.
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