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Post by Daentyn Toyne on Oct 24, 2012 22:46:40 GMT -5
Daentyn began to tremor slightly. Had this been the fate of his sister? Like as not, she was dead, and who was to say that she hadn't met her end in a tavern, dagger in her back? But these were needless thoughts, hopeless thoughts, and he prayed that R'hllor burn them away. His attention returned to the dying girl in his arms.
"Well met, Megga. . . The pain doesn't last long, I hear. When it's gone. . . who knows where you'll end up? The place where you are most happy." He brushed the hair from her face, oblivious to the many others about them, swords in hand. "Go there, now. It's almost done." His shaking had ceased; for that much, he was thankful. 'May the Lord of Light guide you to peace.'
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 22:58:51 GMT -5
After a moment of pained gasping and gurgling for breath, Megga breathed her last, head falling forward against her chest. Her eyes stared glassily as the life left her body.
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Post by Daentyn Toyne on Oct 24, 2012 23:09:43 GMT -5
Gently, Daentyn pressed her lids closed. Soft as a summer breeze, he whispered, "You will have your justice, Megga of King's Landing. I promise." There he left her, with the knowledge that she'd be found and laid to rest before the day was done. He took his leave from the corner, and then from Blushing Dragon entirely. While he walked, he mulled over the events that had taken place in the bar; his arrival, his drink, the fight, and Megga's death. 'The fight. . .' That was the root of this issue. As he paced his way down the street making way toward the Great Hall, Daentyn whispered but two names.
"Dayne and Bracken."
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 25, 2012 8:10:42 GMT -5
Jory returned to the tavern, unaware of what happened. Something was different though, but Jory couldn't put a finger to it. He ordered some food and water and sat in his usual seat in the corner, out of sight and out of mind.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 25, 2012 12:03:36 GMT -5
A different barmaid, this one tall and slim and dark-haired, brought the food, looking rather upset. "Here you are, just as ordered."
It was a fairly chaotic scene. The tables were freshly scrubbed, though there was a fair amount of blood in the corner.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 25, 2012 12:15:56 GMT -5
The fighting has died down, both sides heard the Goldcloaks were coming and ran for the hills. The Goldcloaks removed the dead and took statements.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 25, 2012 14:12:09 GMT -5
Jory ate the food and looked around while chewing, "What happened? Where's the girl that was here yesterday?"
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 25, 2012 17:07:49 GMT -5
The skinny barmaid sniffled. "Poor little Megga. There was a fight and she..." The girl burst into tears. "Sorry to be crying like this. No good for business I know, but Megga died yesterday."
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 25, 2012 17:33:32 GMT -5
Jory frowned at hearing the tale, "The poor girl, she didn't deserve such an end." Jory shook his head and put aside his food, "Come, sit with me, I won't be having sad faces, even if this is a time for crying." He took a few coins from his pocket and put them on the table, "Bring yourself some ale or wine as well, whichever you'd prefer.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 25, 2012 17:45:17 GMT -5
"That's very kind of you, but I have to be about my duties. Were a little short-handed now..." The tears fell faster again. "Did you know her? I don't recognize your face."
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 25, 2012 17:49:50 GMT -5
Jory shook his head, "We talked a small while and she was a sweet lass, unfortunately, she was busy with others and had to leave, similar to you. Sadly, leaving ended up costing her her life; didn't even get her name." Jory tapped on the table and thought a bit. I'll be damned if I let that repeat again. "I fear this city will get even more dangerous in time."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 25, 2012 17:56:28 GMT -5
"It's my fault you know. I was scolding the potboy in the kitchen and left her all alone out here. Poor Megga, only fifteen." She sniffled again. "Thank you for showing such concern over her. Your foods on me, today. I'm Dani, by the way. You are?" She pulled a rag from her apron pocket and began wiping down the empty table next to him.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 25, 2012 17:59:45 GMT -5
"There was no helping it, if you had been there, chances are you'd have died as well." Jory stood up and made a sweeping bow, "Jory Farice, at your service. Well, I'm already in the service of Lord Baelish, so I suppose I can't be choosing more masters, eh?" Jory laughed at his own bad joke and returned to his seat. "Thank you for the food and water then, Dani."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 25, 2012 19:03:25 GMT -5
She couldn't help but to laugh at him and his sweeping bow. "In the service of a lord, Master Farice?" She had a dark look on her face. "Too many of them around here. Highborn lads taking advantage of the lowborn lasses. Who doesn't want to be a lady?" He tried to smile at him. "You are welcome to it. Please come by any time. It is always nice to speak to someone who isn't trying to ogle my rear or slip coins down by bodice."
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Oct 25, 2012 19:13:43 GMT -5
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Since The Blushing Dragon was the tavern where the fighting took place, Jory is set to patrol here. He invited Bethany Ryger to come with him. He had to be on duty but that didn't mean he had to be bored.
He sits down in his house Tully armor, watching for anyone of the Riverlands and making sure they do not cause anymore headaches for Lord Todric.
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