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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 24, 2012 17:39:10 GMT -5
A tavern of decent size and of decent popularity, The Blushing Dragon has seats to accommodate up to 50 guests at a time. It has only one floor and, for whatever reason, always has a smell of bacon.
It serves a a passing quality red from the Arbor and ale made right at home. Meals are the usual fare, sausages, onions, bacon with fried bread, and a nice warm broth.
The name come from the owner's boast that his ale could make even a dragon drunk (it cannot).
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 24, 2012 17:51:04 GMT -5
As soon as he arrived at the tavern he took a seat near to some talking people... On the other side of the desk he saw a mirror... Who is... oooh ... Even I aint recognizing myself... He smiled Perhaps I could shave other times.... He was clad in fine silken clothes and his hair was tidy... The Goat, had heard some news about a certain wedding and a tourney... Perhaps he could make use of it... It wasn't actually needed to disguise himself, the few who had seen him and lived would never recognize him so clean and tidy. He turned to a servant and asked. "May I have some wine please... Arbor Gold if you have it..." He smiled...
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 24, 2012 17:56:12 GMT -5
Jory stepped in and took a seat in the corner, looking around at the tavern. This place better be... Is that bacon I smell? Jory waved his hand high, "Keeper, I'll be having some bacon and water, if you will!"
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 18:07:02 GMT -5
A plump serving maid with the brightest orangey-red hair anyone had ever seen came over, smiling, to deliver the food. "Only, water?" she asked with a pout and a simper as she laid the mug and plate before him. "We got thome of the finetht ale in Kingth Landing!" She had a very pronounced lisp.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 24, 2012 18:08:38 GMT -5
Jory only smiled and nodded, "Aye, I'm trying to keep my mind clear. Nice hair by the way."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 18:12:52 GMT -5
She blushed, touching the end of her long braid self-consciously. "Thank you. You're thweet to thay it." He noticed that she was quite buxom, with large breasts straining against her bodice and what promised to be a firm round ass under her full skirts.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 24, 2012 18:15:10 GMT -5
Jory gave a sweet smile and tore into the bacon and drank the water quickly, ignoring all else but his food.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 24, 2012 18:15:17 GMT -5
The Goat got up from his seat and went to the serving lady. "Mrs... I have asked one of your workmates for some wine, but perhaps she forgot about it, could you please check it with her?"
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 18:19:29 GMT -5
The serving maid pouted to be rebuffed so by the young man, though another patron approached her soon enough. "Ah, I'm not married!" She giggled. "Only mith, if you pleath. I can get you a bit, thtay put!" She flounced off, then returned with a mug of wine. It seemed they only had mugs in the place. "Here, and thorry to make you wait." She smiled prettily, revealing small white teeth.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 24, 2012 18:21:11 GMT -5
"Thank you, mrs..." He turned to see a bot sitting on a table nearby. "Have we met, ser?"
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 24, 2012 18:23:15 GMT -5
Jory sucked the bacon grease from his fingers and looked at the man. Jory took a sip of water and just eyed him, "Hmm, I believe I have not had the pleasure, ser."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 18:24:57 GMT -5
She left the men to talk in a huff. Someone else would pay better attention to her.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 24, 2012 18:28:14 GMT -5
"Godfrey Turret, at your service... May I join you?" He had already planned a fake name, the problem is that he is not the creative type of guy.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 24, 2012 18:30:19 GMT -5
Now, even for one such as myself, the name Turret is strange. I've heard of no such houses in the books I've read either." Jory laughed and shook his head, "I'd prefer to take my meals alone for now, my friend. I beg forgiveness."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 24, 2012 18:35:36 GMT -5
The goat sat with him anyway, in a normal day he would have already nailed the man's head to the wall. "II'll tell you why you haven't heard of this house... It's not a surname..." He laughed. "My mother decided she would call me that... I know I know... It's shameful, but with time I got used to it..." He took a sip of his wine.
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