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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 7, 2016 16:39:12 GMT
A nicely appointed tavern near the center of Harrentown, off the main road connecting it to the castle, the Lonely Ghost Inn has a half dozen ales on offer and several varieties of wines and liquors to quench anyone's thirst. A wood stove keeps the place pleasantly warm and the proprietor is almost always to be found behind the bar near the most exclusive of the drinks offers. For now the place offers only good drinks and hot stew, but the search for a cook and more servers is ongoing.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 7, 2016 16:43:20 GMT
Kyle uses the most reliable method of recruiting workers he knows; sending orphans into the streets to inform the townspeople that the Lonely Ghost Inn is hiring serving girls and trustworthy folk for cleaning the bar area and rooms, as well as a good cook who can roast all sorts of meats and vegetables in a timely manner. He also offers a fair rate for musicians who care to play on busy nights.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 8, 2016 15:23:25 GMT
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After a few days, Kyle has four serving girls and two orphans to clean the place, as well as an old cook named Wyland. Wyland's variety is limited but his few dishes are more than ample to appetize a patron and the drink selection is strong. The owner opens the door on a cold night as the lord and retinue depart for Riverrun, ready to start slinging drinks and stories and to build some morale around the spooky and somewhat desolate town.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 8, 2016 20:42:42 GMT
Septon Jared arrived at the tavern. He had decided that he needed to get to know the locals and what better way to do that than at a tavern, where tongues were loosened by ale.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 8, 2016 20:43:38 GMT
Willis finally felt well enough to get out of his room and hobble into town. He'd heard from one of the maids cleaning his room that a new tavern had opened, and he was determined to try it out. He walked gingerly inside and sat down at the bar, not too far from the hearth. Only then did he take a look around and notice Jared. "Septon! Didn't see you there. Too busy trying not to collapse."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 8, 2016 21:15:46 GMT
Jared grinned at Willis,
"Greetings. I'm pleased to see you on your feet at last. I hope you stay that way. I heard this place had just opened and I thought it was as good a place as any to start getting acquainted with the locals."
He called out "Barkeep! Ales for myself and my friend."
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 8, 2016 21:21:20 GMT
"Suppose that is your job, ain't it? Got to know 'em before you tell 'em how to better themselves, right?"
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 8, 2016 21:25:58 GMT
Kyle handles the pair himself; everyone learns quickly who the local septons are. He fills two big foaming mugs and places them on the bar. His servers scuttle about filling orders. "Evening, gentlemen," he said. "Welcome to the Lonely Ghost. I'm Kyle, founder and proprietor." He looks to the pair. "If your bellies are as hungry for victuals as alcohol I have a delicious venison stew available."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 8, 2016 21:32:39 GMT
"Suppose that is your job, ain't it? Got to know 'em before you tell 'em how to better themselves, right?" "Aye, you're right," Jared agreed. "You can't offer spiritual advice and comfort to hostile people. Or rather, you can, but you shouldn't." He grinned. "I certainly shan't." Kyle handles the pair himself; everyone learns quickly who the local septons are. He fills two big foaming mugs and places them on the bar. His servers scuttle about filling orders. "Evening, gentlemen," he said. "Welcome to the Lonely Ghost. I'm Kyle, founder and proprietor." He looks to the pair. "If your bellies are as hungry for victuals as alcohol I have a delicious venison stew available." Jared handed over coins for the drinks. "I could do with stew, Goodman Kyle. I'm Jared, septon of Harrenhal,, formerly known as Ser Jared. This fellow is Ser Willis Blackfort, kin to the lord himself."
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 8, 2016 21:39:22 GMT
"Distant kin." Willis muttered before taking a drink.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 8, 2016 21:56:49 GMT
"I'd been meaning to speak to you, septon," the innkeeper said as he smoothly pocketed the coins. "My father's a firm believer that work makes children proper servants for the gods," he said amiably. "If you have any people with too much time and not enough to do, I'm thinking of continuing the remodeling here and some lads or lasses who can clean and listen to simple directions'd be appreciated. Idle hands are the Stranger's fields and all." He pours himself a finger of liquor and sips it, surveying the place. "Hannah, it's two copper a finger of spirits! Three fingers is six copper, not five dear!" He turns back.
"Apologies, good ser. Distant kin is closer than us," he said in good spirits. "I imagine Lord Blackfort is happy to have so many relatives he can trust around."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 8, 2016 22:07:45 GMT
Jared said sadly "Children are in short supply at present. You don't sound like a local man, so I suspect you haven't heard the full tale yet. But if I find anyone in need of work, I'll be sure to send them your way, so long as you can offer them a fair wage for their labour, even if it's paid in food and ale. The gods love men and women who work hard for no reward, but most people can't afford the luxury of extreme virtue."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 8, 2016 22:09:57 GMT
"A full meal and ale and three copper for a good day's work," he said. "For now it is what I can afford,with luck I hope to paymoresoon."
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Post by Gerdy "Twelve Toes" on Jul 9, 2016 4:04:29 GMT
Having herd that Harrenhal had fallen under new lordship, Gerdy came to Harrentown looking to find work. On her way in she came across the Lonely Ghost Tavern, figuring she would do well to get a good meal before dealing with dirtbag nobles. She had spent the last few months in the woods, living off the land. Gerdy was a horrid sight to see, cruel on the eyes as well as the nose. Underneath all of the dirt and grime, was a face not even a mother could love. She was ugly as sin, and built like a bull.
"Stay right 'ere yee wee shits," She ordered her two hounds, Warrior and Stranger. The dogs had been with her for quite some time, and were boundlessly obedient. They could do a number of tasks, and were better hunters than any men she'd seen. Gerdy trusted her dogs, though she never found a trust for people.
Once the dogs had laid on their bellies, Gerdy walked into the tavern. It was busy inside, despite the tavern looking to be under renovations. She found her way past all of the patrons, men looking of knights and a single pretty lady who seemed very out of place. When she reached the bar, she pulled some coin from her pocket and placed it on the counter.
"Ah'l take whatevor yee hev that's canny. Ah dont' drink pittle, but ahm not picky." She pushed the coins towards the man behind the bar. "D'ya hev stuff tuh munch on?"
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 9, 2016 11:41:54 GMT
Part of being a good bar owner is knowing when a customer cannot be served by one of your inexperienced waiting staff. Kyle took the coins and filled a mug, then looked at the lady and added a shot of liquor to the foamy beer. "This isn't piddle," he promised as he handed it over. "I can put a round steak on the fire for you and some hot stew besides," he said.
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