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Post by The Gambler on Jun 6, 2016 22:19:30 GMT
The largest and most luxurious inn and tavern in Harrentown, burned down and rebuilt on three separate occasions in its storied history. The placard above the door depicts a bat perched on a goblet of red wine.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 6, 2016 22:20:40 GMT
As it was unlikely the scouting group would return until the evening, Ser Valarr offered Lord Belric and his household lodging at the inn.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 6, 2016 22:38:08 GMT
Looking around, Violet was suitably impressed by the inn. It was certainly the fanciest establishment she had stayed at, not that she had visited many.
"This is lovely," she said with enthusiasm, though she felt a slight pang of guilt that she was amid all the luxury while the townspeople were suffering. Then again, there was nothing she could do to help them right now so she might as well take advantage of her situation. So she went to the bar to ask for a glass of wine.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 6, 2016 23:06:24 GMT
Percival walked into the Inn and shook his head in disappointment. He had never been in an inn so small and shabby. He walked across the room to the bar. He was positive they would have nothing palatable. He frowned as he waited for service from the barkeeper. He wrinkled his nose at the disgusting smell coming from the kitchen. He must remember to never sample any of the food from this pile of garbage.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jun 7, 2016 0:55:51 GMT
Having reluctantly dismounted to enter the inn, Edmure stayed near the door, still clad in his plate armor, although he had removed his helmet and gloves. Realising he could do little until Hoster, Yoren and their scouting party returned and his nerves on edge from inaction and not knowing what was happening, he barked at the innkeeper to fetch him some ale.
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on Jun 7, 2016 1:28:44 GMT
Tallahar was the only one to stay outside. While the others went in the bastard knight stayed outside and took the horses into the small stable the Inn had to the back of the building. Tallahar whistled to himself as he started the process of rubbing down the mounts starting with his own.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 7, 2016 1:35:26 GMT
Belric followed Ser Valarr inside the inn, his hand on the pommel of his great sword, his nerves high. "Set up a perimeter," he said to the remainder of Hoster's men. "I want a man on every entrance, and two on sentry duty performing regular sweeps."
He was eager to know what had happened behind the walls of Harrenhal, but despite his impatience Belric was determined to wait for news from the scouting party. He would give them until sundown, after that he would take matters into his own hands.
"Have you had any success hunting?" Belric asked Valarr, already strategizing his next move. "I saw a variety of game on my way in."
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jun 7, 2016 3:18:33 GMT
Willis entered the inn behind Belric, thankful to see somewhere to sit that wasn't a horse and something to drink that would get him drunk. "You want me anywhere in particular, Bel? Er, Ser Belric? I mean, milord?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 7, 2016 3:21:33 GMT
Belric followed Ser Valarr inside the inn, his hand on the pommel of his great sword, his nerves high. "Set up a perimeter," he said to the remainder of Hoster's men. "I want a man on every entrance, and two on sentry duty performing regular sweeps." He was eager to know what had happened behind the walls of Harrenhal, but despite his impatience Belric was determined to wait for news from the scouting party. He would give them until sundown, after that he would take matters into his own hands. "Have you had any success hunting?" Belric asked Valarr, already strategizing his next move. "I saw a variety of game on my way in." The ruffians did as they were told, only muttering a few curses under their breath. "A bit, but there's a thousand mouths in Harrentown to feed. Game helps but it's not enough," Valarr answered.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jun 7, 2016 3:31:56 GMT
"The fuck should game matter? You ain't got farms?" Willis asked the fatass, "I know shit's been raided for the last few years, but there must be enough acreage inside those monstrous-ass walls to feed the town."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 7, 2016 3:33:19 GMT
"It's winter, ser," Valarr replied, looking to Belric with concern, curious if his sworn knight ate paint chips as a child.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jun 7, 2016 3:47:40 GMT
"It ain't like I'm a fucking farmer," Willis spat at Valarr, "Not my job to keep track of seasons and shit. It's your ass that should be making sure they get enough to feed folks. Instead, you went and lost everything to a pack of bandits with delusions of grandeur."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 7, 2016 3:52:38 GMT
"It is the responsibility of the ruler of Harrenhal to ensure food is distributed from the granaries during the winter," Valarr said, the rotund knight rounding on Ser Willis, looking supremely annoyed. "Are you saying I was to plan in advance for the possibility that the knights of Harrenhal would butcher their liege lady and prevent grain from reaching the smallfok? I am not a blasted greenseer, ser."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 7, 2016 3:54:06 GMT
Looking around, Violet was suitably impressed by the inn. It was certainly the fanciest establishment she had stayed at, not that she had visited many. "This is lovely," she said with enthusiasm, though she felt a slight pang of guilt that she was amid all the luxury while the townspeople were suffering. Then again, there was nothing she could do to help them right now so she might as well take advantage of her situation. So she went to the bar to ask for a glass of wine. The ancient woman from outside walked in, went around to the bar, and poured Violet a glass of cheap wine without so much as a smile. "That'll be a gold dragon," she informed the noblewoman. Having reluctantly dismounted to enter the inn, Edmure stayed near the door, still clad in his plate armor, although he had removed his helmet and gloves. Realising he could do little until Hoster, Yoren and their scouting party returned and his nerves on edge from inaction and not knowing what was happening, he barked at the innkeeper to fetch him some ale. The old woman stared at Edmure and poured him an ale, setting it on the bar, a clear indication that if he wanted it he could come up and grab it himself. "Two gold dragon," she droned. Percival walked into the Inn and shook his head in disappointment. He had never been in an inn so small and shabby. He walked across the room to the bar. He was positive they would have nothing palatable. He frowned as he waited for service from the barkeeper. He wrinkled his nose at the disgusting smell coming from the kitchen. He must remember to never sample any of the food from this pile of garbage. The old crone just stared at the maester...just stared. Unless he was having a shame-induced brain aneurysm, he did not smell anything coming from the kitchen, because there was no food. It could just be a nearby patron's bare feet, which smelled distinctly of rotten turnips.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 7, 2016 4:13:37 GMT
"Despite what may or may not sit in those granaries, it would be better to arrive with meat instead of empty hands." Belric was speaking to the room, his voice definitive. "If we can prove ourselves useful to the people, a small meal may be all it takes to win the day."
"Edmure, take Jormun and see if you cant find us a meal. Even a squirrel stew is a banquet to hungry men."
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