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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Feb 21, 2017 16:18:56 GMT
Willis had a look around, trying to spot somewhere with a good combination of cheap drink and common ladies who might like to meet Harrenhal's newest melee champion.
(Observation 39)
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Post by The Raven on Feb 24, 2017 1:45:57 GMT
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The encampment is openly divided by allegiance, and currently, the Blackfort men find themselves betwixt Frey land ("And which tower is this that stands so tall without bridge?!") and Piper land ("With these very eyes, Ah did spy Roger Vance on the field! A bloody whirlwind, 'e was! But Ah knew Vance were a man of honor, and so Ah kept muh dagger in check so 'e would fight me man on man, longsword to longsword! Then when 'e was close enough Ah could smell 'is breath, I whipped it out and wet 'im across the eyes!" "...say again, man?").
As for liquor and ladies, the clearest choice is a clean shaved man beside a great keg of Seven knows what. Beside him are a half dozen exhausted-looking women wrapped in furs while passing commoners fail to proposition them. Nearby is a large traveling carriage marked 'Master Mors's Traveling Theatre of Wonders, Women, and Wickedly Good Drink'. All bore the brightly impractical livery of a mummer's troop.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Feb 24, 2017 7:20:41 GMT
"That seems curious." Willis said quietly to Willem, nodding toward Master Mors's. "Shall we have a look?"
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Feb 24, 2017 8:35:20 GMT
"Can see no harm in looking." Willem grinned, making his way over.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Feb 24, 2017 16:59:33 GMT
Willis joined, looking over the tent with what he hoped looked like a judicious eye. "Mors, I gather? What sorts of wonders have you brought to Harrenhal?"
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Post by The Raven on Feb 26, 2017 9:35:55 GMT
In a very harsh Crownlands accent, Mors declared, "Piss off, ye riverrats! Can ye not see the ladies are exhausted and ill from having to swallow yer swill all week?" A woman leapt up and, touching his shoulder, whispered several choice words. Then Mors clapped with a fierce grin and declared, in a rich baritone that invoked the highest of nobility, "Behold, my good knights, the greatest entertainment to be witnessed this side of the Narrow Sea!" The six girls suddenly had fresh faces. "Behold! Six noble bastards! The comeliest, midborn women in the Six True Kingdoms!" He leaned forward and confided in a low voice, "We had a Dornish girl, but she was just too Dornish for her own good..." The mummer sprinted to the wagon to open a panel and reveal several barrels stacked neatly. "Three kinds of wine, four kinds of ale, and some mead should it please you! And of course if your spirits should require more than spirits... Why, we can sing, perform theatre, recite poetry... We know all of the classics, and have originated several of our own pieces... We have tragedies and comedies and histories and romances... For coin, we will prophesy much, and for much coin, we will tell you what it means! At the peril of your souls, we can even invoke spirits! Perhaps you desire to meet your ancestors? I, the Miraculous Mors and my Feminine Fantasticals, have yet to find a higher mystery we could not bring low for mortal viewing..."
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Feb 26, 2017 12:24:52 GMT
Willis nodded along to the description. "Quite the diverse range of services. Don't know that we feel like hearin' what our great-great-grandmother thinks about us, but a couple drinks will get us started. Somethin' exotic."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Feb 26, 2017 19:58:40 GMT
Being somewhat drunk Willem laughed. "I don't need to pay to know what my kin think of me. They are quite skilled at making it very clear. As Ser Willis said, your alcohol will be fine."
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Mar 3, 2017 0:06:04 GMT
4th night of the 5th moon
Ser Yoren felt at home in a place like this, among the common people. All the stuff that Beric and the others did, the talking to nobles and making deals, it was all a bit over his head. Yoren was a simple man, who liked simple pleasures, and the occasional chance to draw. He looked around the encampment, to see whether he could spot a place to sit, and maybe get a drink.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Mar 3, 2017 7:02:33 GMT
Willis spotted Yoren as he was wandering around and waved the big man over. "Yoren! Seems like ages since we talked. How's life?"
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Mar 3, 2017 7:16:45 GMT
Yoren looked towards the voice, smiling as he saw who it was, "Ser Willis. It's nice to see you as well." He said, walking over to the man and holding out a hand to shake it, "I've been well, trying my best to keep Belric safe, and to do some drawing." he said honestly.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Mar 3, 2017 7:22:54 GMT
Willis shook the offered hand. "Of course. We were just out lookin' to celebrate Willem here's victory over half the damn Riverlands in the melee, earlier. Shame you didn't compete."
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Mar 3, 2017 9:29:32 GMT
"I'm jealous I couldn't make it. But I couldn't seem to find my way to the Melee until it had already begun." Yoren admitted, a slight blush as he said so. He quickly brushed it off as he kept talking, "Still, its nice to see someone from the blackforts win. And win so deftly at that."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Mar 3, 2017 20:11:42 GMT
Willem appraised the newcomer, knowing him slightly but lacking the familiarity Willis had. "Glad to see you, Ser." He commented. "As Willis has said you're welcome to drink with us. Celebrations are always better with more people."
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Mar 4, 2017 2:15:49 GMT
"Well, don't mind if I do." He said as he walked over to a free space near the two of them and took a seat, looking to the two of them as he asked, "So, how was it? Going up against Hoster and Dacey? Those are two folks I know I wouldn't want to swing my hammer against. But you managed to triumph over both of 'em." He said, leaning forward a bit on the table to hear the details from willem.
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