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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jun 7, 2016 8:44:57 GMT
"Even two silver stags would be too much for a cup of ale." declared Edmure. "One groat." "Ales at a premium," the woman deadpanned. "And I don't haggle." "Neither do I." replied Edmure. "But I remember."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 7, 2016 8:48:39 GMT
"So did I once upon a time," the woman spat, before picking up his ale and drinking it herself. "Now all I remember is that there was a time my tits didn't sag below my knees."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jun 7, 2016 8:58:21 GMT
"You must have a good memory in that case." said Edmure to the old woman, amused in spite of himself.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 7, 2016 9:21:54 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." Edmure looked at his elder brother as if he had gone mad. "You want me in plate armor and a sword to go...hunting for meat outside Harrentown in the middle of winter? The people here are already starving and have probably already eaten every cat, dog, rat, horse, cow or sheep inside the town. If they can't find and catch any game, how am I going to?" he inquired in as sarcastic a tone as he could muster. He pointed to his sword. "What am I supposed to do? Behead the squirrel once I find it? At least Jormun has a spear and a crossbow. And his falcon." "Does my highbrowed brother already forget what it was like to live in swamps, foraging for scraps with the enemy forever nipping at our backsides. For years we lived in the dirt, hunting for survival. Are you saying you have forgotten how to survive?" Belric shook his head, genuinely disappointed by Edmure. "I would have you act as the knight you are, and protect Ser Jormun while he works to keep us fed. Take two of Hoster's men with you, and command them. Just as I have commanded you." Belric turned from Edmure, yet knowing his brother could be hot headed, Belric never doubted his loyalties. The boy was smart, he had to see the impact it would make if the Blackforts brought food to the table, instead of just more hungry stomachs.
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Post by Boros on Jun 7, 2016 9:32:53 GMT
Jon inclined his head to his lady. "Honour and justice can cloud one's mind just as much as hatred and revenge." He remarked. "Both factions seem convinced of the other's injustice, and Ser Simon has likely closed the granaries if only to keep them falling in to Ser Bruce's hand's. I doubt consideration for the wellbeing of the smallfolk entered into that decision. Indeed Ser Bruce's men mistook us for bandits, as they appear to have branded Jaime's men as also." "Ah ain't gon' go ta bed wi' a fecking demon wench lovin' sunovabitch." Hoster sputtered coming into the inn and taking a seat at the bar. Hoster was a man who was willing to do anything for the right price; on the downside, his narrow minded mentality made him extremely superstitious. "Ah say we find a way ta storm that fecking granary an' we hang da fecking bastards. Can't trust a man who ki'napd lil' children."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jun 7, 2016 10:08:02 GMT
"Does my highbrowed brother already forget what it was like to live in swamps, foraging for scraps with the enemy forever nipping at our backsides. For years we lived in the dirt, hunting for survival. Are you saying you have forgotten how to survive?" Belric shook his head, genuinely disappointed by Edmure. "I would have you act as the knight you are, and protect Ser Jormun while he works to keep us fed. Take two of Hoster's men with you, and command them. Just as I have commanded you." Belric turned from Edmure, yet knowing his brother could be hot headed, Belric never doubted his loyalties. The boy was smart, he had to see the impact it would make if the Blackforts brought food to the table, instead of just more hungry stomachs. Edmure sighed again. His brother appeared to have forgotten that Edmure had spent a considerable recovering from his wounds after Redgrass and then had fought as part of the army besieging Riverrun. Edmure had led men, taken holdfasts and governed them to supply the army at Riverrun, before being ordered to bring his new won experience to Riverrun to help breach its walls. None of that had involved hunting squirrels or game - the company he had commanded had men who were employed to do that. "Perhaps you should accompany Jormun in that case." he said to his elder brother by two years. "You have at least two years experience on me in that regard." He gathered his gauntlets and helmet. "Nonetheless it shall be as you command." He nodded to Jormun, indicating that he should follow him. "You and you" he said, selecting the most presentable of Hoster's ruffians. "You heard Lord Belric. Follow me. It looks like we're going squirrel hunting." As the four men moved through the inn door, Edmure stopped and turned back to Belric. "If we're not back by sunrise, kill a horse for your stew. Preferably not mine. I may have need of it. One of the pack-horses perhaps. It's not as if we're going anywhere."
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 7, 2016 10:49:46 GMT
Percival had turned when the scouts returned. He listened silently to their reports. That Yoren idiot was going to have to be watched. He was clearly not capable of completing simple tasks, explained why his boots were always untied. Percival raised a single eyebrow as Belric commanded four men to go hunting. There was a granary full of grain defended by soldiers and he split his forces to get a couple of squrriels. Who was that suppose to feed?
Percival shook his head slowly. He had thought the man could at least fight well. It was at least comforting that Belric was completely useless. It would make the fall of this house quicker. Percival for one would welcome his new conquering overlords.
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Post by Boros on Jun 7, 2016 11:05:39 GMT
Hoster snorted in disdain after Edmure left, he was still not over the boy approaching Lady Mandrake after their incident. He also was not very fond of people giving orders to his men, actually, he was especially not very fond of that.
"Lil' prick..." Hoster muttered under his breath, taking a sip from his wineskin. His supply was almost over, he'd have to buy some more, but the prices here were abusive.
"Ye wan' me ta teach 'im a less'n on respect?" He asked Belric.
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Post by Vex on Jun 7, 2016 12:09:19 GMT
He nodded to Jormun, indicating that he should follow him. "You and you" he said, selecting the most presentable of Hoster's ruffians. "You heard Lord Belric. Follow me. It looks like we're going squirrel hunting." As the four men moved through the inn door, Edmure stopped and turned back to Belric. "If we're not back by sunrise, kill a horse for your stew. Preferably not mine. I may have need of it. One of the pack-horses perhaps. It's not as if we're going anywhere." Dacey was leaning against a wall of the house opposite the tavern when the four emerged from it. She'd been studying the walls and towers of Harrenhal, but snapped out of her thoughts as the door opened. She pushed herself off the wall. "Off somewhere?" she asked when she'd crossed half of the small distance, looking at Edmure.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jun 7, 2016 12:19:38 GMT
"Our brother requires squirrel stew." said Edmure to his younger sister with an air of exasperation. "I am to guard the hunter." He indicated Jormun.
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Post by Vex on Jun 7, 2016 12:33:16 GMT
She raised an eyebrow at that, but chose not to comment on it. "Squirrels? There's surely at least some game in the woods," she said. "I'll go with. The horses are in the back."
Just because she was used to living in a crowded space didn't mean she liked it. A hunt sounded good. If there was anything to hunt.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 7, 2016 17:43:03 GMT
Shortly after Edmure and Dacey had departed with their group, Sir Willem Rivers rode up to the inn, garbed in muddied riding leathers. His inquiries with the smallfolk of Harrentown had led him to this inn, and while he was at something of a loss as to why the Lord of Harrenhal would not wish to take up residence in his new home immediately, he figured that upon meeting with Belric, he would have that answer soon enough.
Dismounting, he led his horse to the stable at the back of the inn, where he left it in the company of many finer groomed mounts. Brushing some of the dirt off himself as he made his way back to the front of the inn, he muttered a brief prayer to the gods he had little faith in that his introductions to his distant kin would go well, and nobody would take it upon themselves to probe too deeply into his past. His left hand toyed with the pommel of the blade at his side, reassuring him in a more tangible way than his prayer did.
Seeing a rough looking man positioned before the door to the inn, Willem Flashed him a sympathetic smile, knowing the lot of being stuck on a long guard duty, Willem made his purpose at the inn known. “I am here to speak with my kinsman, Lord Belric Blackfort. I take it he is to be found within?”
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 7, 2016 17:45:57 GMT
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. Violet winced. She didn't have a dragon to spare. She had a few silvers and some coppers and that was all. "I'm sorry," she said. "I'm short of funds. We're not a wealthy family." She hesitated a moment. "Can I help you out in exchange for the wine? I can sew, cook, clean, anything like that."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 7, 2016 17:48:24 GMT
The crone poured over half the wine back into the bottle and set the goblet back down.
"Now it's a silver," she informed Violet.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 7, 2016 17:56:59 GMT
Violet had to fight hard to regain her composure. A silver seemed too much for half a goblet of wine but she could hardly afford to quibble when it was important to try and gain the goodwill of the local people.
"A silver then," she said. "But I am still willing to help. The Seven know I can't join my brother's men in their deeds. My mother taught me about looking after a household, and the septas made us work when we were novices."
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