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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on May 11, 2018 17:45:25 GMT
Ser Richard sat up slightly at the talk of madman burning down inns, but relaxed slightly when the old man gave a name he did not recognize. He helped himself to a cut of the meat after the others did, but did not eat of it yet, waiting for the old man to. Ser Richard had made many enemies in his life, and had learned to be careful in all that he did.
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on May 11, 2018 18:20:42 GMT
Sigfry Deddings gave a nod as he heard Augies proposal, "It is as fair a deal as one could expect. You've my gratitude, Master Augie." He said, the pale young man not having much room to argue as he looked down at the meal. It wasn't the best, but after the rough life he'd had recently, food that wasn't freezing or close to rotting was a good days meal indeed.
The man looked between his compatriots, and their current employeer, only for a moment before going back to the slab of meat. He held the knife in his right hand, slicing off a piece before setting it aside and picking up the fork to skewer the piece, and bring it to his own plate to eat. He had to lean a bit, and rested the left hook onto the table to do so, careful to not have the pointed end touch the tables surface.
He'd fallen far from grace, to be dining in such a place, with such people. But perhaps things would finally be looking up. He took a bite of the piece he'd cut, not caring about manners at the moment as his stomach growled in demand for sustenance. He really had become a bit wolf like during his time on the run.
"Delicious...I haven't eaten something warm like this in some time." The man said, meaning every word of the compliment as he took another bite, eager to finally have something close to food worthy of his station.
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Post by The Raven on May 11, 2018 19:12:13 GMT
(Disposition raised a level. 1 point awarded.)
Augie grunted, "They found that loon just last night, cut to pieces outside that farm the town crier was making a fuss about. Some lucky fool with a fast horse has already claimed his bounty." He shrugged. "The handiwork of your successors, I would surmise, owing to the bloody mark of Alyn fucking Redhands on his corpse."
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Post by Harlan on May 11, 2018 19:33:53 GMT
Vex stood nearby as Harlan was working his sketchy magic on the barmaid, observing the crowd and listening in on bits of conversation. As she followed Harlan, a bout of laughter escaped from under her hood. "Fuck's sake," she muttered under her breath. "We'd all be dead, had we brought him." "I suspect killing him saved our lives a hundred times over," replied Harlan at a whisper. "Though I'll reserve my judgement for after we turn over his head. Seven hundred dragons is likely to bring the weight of the Riverland's down on us."
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Post by Boros on May 11, 2018 19:38:42 GMT
"Wish that I had been the one to do it. Fandrall was a good man, occasionally obnoxious, aye, but a good man nonetheless. He didn't deserve to meet such a gruesome fate" Boros snorted, then led a slice of meat into his mouth. He savoured it slowly, feeling the juices gently touching his pallate.
"This, my friend, surely surpasses Fandrall's by a large margin. May the Seven bless thiS magical cook of yours." Days eating stale old bread had left him in a state that even if had been rotten meat, Boros' would have enjoyed it the very same way. "May I make a request, Master Augie?"
Boros looked towards the end of the room, where two massive black figures laid at rest. They were probably exhausted, their last meal had been nothing more than a large rat that they had managed to capture. The big old man had never been a great hunter, so he had relied mostly on the mastiff's ability to catch prey. Only occasionally did they manage to get enough food for the three of them.
"Would you have any old bones or stale meat to spare for my hounds?" It filled him with sorrow to see his pups in such a state. In the absence of his daughter, Priscilla and Bartholomeo had been the closest thing he had to family. "I can pay, of course. I don't have much to myself, but should be enough to get them fed for the night."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on May 11, 2018 20:25:34 GMT
Ser Richard sat silently, contributing nothing to the conversation. This man was a buisness partner, not a friend. He had no inclination to talk to him, nor divukge anything about himself or things he knew to this fellow or the strangers around the table. He sat, meat untouched, watching the others eat.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on May 11, 2018 21:31:33 GMT
After a while, Tim, growing bored standing around outside, straightened his back.
"I've got a thirst. I'm gettin' me a drink. be back in a bit."
He checked his belongings were secured to his horse then strode into the inn, already fantasising about the cold ale he would buy. Entering, he cast his eye around for a serving wench.
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Post by The Gambler on May 11, 2018 21:36:57 GMT
He quickly finds the same wench Harlan had been speaking with.
"What'll it be, darlin'?" she inquired.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on May 11, 2018 21:44:06 GMT
He gave her the benefit of his most charming smile.
"A cool ale, mistress. Though a kiss would be nice too."
He winked at her.
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Post by Barley on May 11, 2018 22:12:48 GMT
“His life for ours and a boat of coin, fair I’d say” Barley replied, but like the barmaid she didn’t seem to be finding anything pleasant about the situation, watching Harlan threaten terrified women rather put her in a less than fine mood.
“I don’t like the feel of this place, let’s go so we can leave, I want to put space between us and anywhere near here”
As they moved through the kitchen areas and so on, Barley looked for any places that might provide her a quick escape.
Observation 59
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Post by The Gambler on May 11, 2018 22:16:32 GMT
Simon was one of the few Ferrymen that had literally been a ferryman before entering the less than legitimate line of work, having spent his youth taking travelers and goods from one side of the Trident to the other for a handful of coppers. After discovering that those handful of coppers could become handfuls of gold when one wasn't choosey about the cargo or personnel they were ferrying back and forth, his fortune was made. Now he owned half the gambling dens in Lord Harroway's Town. It was well known the man had the ear of Lord Lucamore himself, acting as the city's representative for the merchants guild, an irony the less than legitimate businessman took great pleasure in. Following the barmaid's directions Harlan, Vex, and Barley find themselves in the back office of the Lady's Dragon. Barley notes that the kitchen has an exit that leads out to a back alley. They are ushered in by two burley men with cudgels who could barely fit through the door frame. Simon sat at an oak desk, measuring gold pieces on a scale. Occasionally he would pick one up, set it aside, remove a small bottle of acid from his desk, and place a single drop on the coin to test its authenticity. During the war, with two kings running about, counterfeit lead coins plated with gold were rampant. Simon would know, as he had minted quite a few respectable forgeries himself, hence his paranoia. Though the "bite test" was the most common method of determining a counterfeit coin, in more polite settings, merchants used the acid test, as gold is a noble metal which is resistant to change by corrosion, oxidation, or acid. "You were expected days ago," Simon remarked, removing he protective leather gloves he wore when handling the acid. "I had thought the advance payment I sent the late Ser Lucas would have been sufficient impetus for haste. This is a time sensitive opportunity, after all."
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Post by The Raven on May 11, 2018 22:22:55 GMT
"Wish that I had been the one to do it. Fandrall was a good man, occasionally obnoxious, aye, but a good man nonetheless. He didn't deserve to meet such a gruesome fate" Boros snorted, then led a slice of meat into his mouth. He savoured it slowly, feeling the juices gently touching his pallate. "This, my friend, surely surpasses Fandrall's by a large margin. May the Seven bless thiS magical cook of yours." Days eating stale old bread had left him in a state that even if had been rotten meat, Boros' would have enjoyed it the very same way. "May I make a request, Master Augie?" Boros looked towards the end of the room, where two massive black figures laid at rest. They were probably exhausted, their last meal had been nothing more than a large rat that they had managed to capture. The big old man had never been a great hunter, so he had relied mostly on the mastiff's ability to catch prey. Only occasionally did they manage to get enough food for the three of them. "Would you have any old bones or stale meat to spare for my hounds?" It filled him with sorrow to see his pups in such a state. In the absence of his daughter, Priscilla and Bartholomeo had been the closest thing he had to family. "I can pay, of course. I don't have much to myself, but should be enough to get them fed for the night." (Charm 61) (Failed) "Nymeria's rag, of course you can have the damn bones!" Augie roared in annoyance at his overly lavish words. "Did you imagine I was saving them for my secret fucking seance tonight?"
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Post by The Gambler on May 11, 2018 22:40:44 GMT
He gave her the benefit of his most charming smile. "A cool ale, mistress. Though a kiss would be nice too." He winked at her. "I'll get to work on that ale," the barmaid replied, resisting the urge to sigh or roll her eyes at the second blatant come-on in less than a minute. She returned promptly with a fresh mug. "Lord Mallister may have cleared the lists, but I'll wager none got lanced that tourney half as hard as that Blackfort wench. His lordship did always have the common touch," Tim overheard a few men deep in their cups discussing at the nearest table.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on May 11, 2018 22:56:18 GMT
"Ta, lass," he said, taking the tankard from the woman. He handed over the necessary coin. "I've 'eard the name Blackfort before. Upjumped smallfolk, ain't they?"
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Post by The Gambler on May 11, 2018 22:59:57 GMT
Tim has barely enough coppers to cover the ale and had better hope Harlan, Vex, and Barley don't just run off with the loot.
"Been living under a rock, lad? Everyone's heard of the Ravensbane,"one of the men replied, looking at Tim as if he'd had two heads. "And everyone in the Riverlands heard about that tourney."
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