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Post by Arsilen on Nov 5, 2012 19:03:59 GMT -5
A modest bar in the lowest part of Flea Bottom. Full of scum from all over the world. It is run by a man named Kote(Arsilen). It is relatively clean and offers fine mead and wine.
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Post by Arsilen on Nov 5, 2012 19:06:34 GMT -5
He peered behind the bar. More scum had come in than usual, but he had his knife nearby. He poured drinks and swept the floor. Suddenly a big man in fine clothes entered, a striding huntsman on his chest.
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 5, 2012 23:25:15 GMT -5
Randon entered through the door of Lover's Shadow. The place was surprisingly clean compared to the slum outside. Still this was not a place for high born lords and lady's. He moved to bar, "Mead!" he said.
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Post by Arsilen on Nov 5, 2012 23:33:37 GMT -5
"Mead? Why not wine? Got plenty o' wine. Not a fan, eh? Mayhaps a fan of my knife." he drew the knife and stabbed it into the table, less than an inch away from his hand. He then erupted into laughter. "Here's your fucking mead." he put a tankard on the bar. "Anythin' else I can help you with?"
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 5, 2012 23:37:10 GMT -5
A look of annoyance shot over Randon's face. He was not one for japes. "Yes, I am looking for a man by the name of Arsilen. I am told he lives here in Flea Bottom. Do you know him?"
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Post by Arsilen on Nov 5, 2012 23:43:47 GMT -5
The mood darkened considerably, from bawdy and loud to quiet and reserved. "Not here. Been dead these past two years. Died of a bad belly. I'l show you his room. Follow me." he walked up the stairs.
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 6, 2012 1:12:36 GMT -5
Lord Tarly took one last look behind him to the silent room. What sort of man was he that commands such respect at the mere drop of his name? Unsure of what to expect, he followed the man up the stairs.
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Post by Arsilen on Nov 6, 2012 11:14:00 GMT -5
They came to door, heavy oak with an old lock. "Just a moment, milord." he fumbled with the before, finally, the door creaked open. "Well, in you go." he snatched a candle off the wall and handed it to him.
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 6, 2012 14:04:30 GMT -5
Randon took the candle and entered the room. He looked around the room to get a better sense of his surroundings.
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Post by Arsilen on Nov 6, 2012 14:11:00 GMT -5
He entered and shut the door behind him. He drew a knife. "Who are you and what do you want with me? Answer me true or I'll cut your throat and leave you for dead."
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 6, 2012 16:18:20 GMT -5
It was then that Randon realized that this man was indeed Arsilen. "Careful barkeep! I am the lord of Horn Hill, Randon Tarly, Lord Tyrell sent me to look for you."
Lord Tarly reached his hand into his coin purse and drew out the coin Lord Tyrell had given him. "Here!" he said tossing the gold and silver coin to Arsilen. "I suppose that should explain enough."
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Post by Arsilen on Nov 7, 2012 7:53:12 GMT -5
He deftly caught it. "Horn Hill, eh? I know a girl from there, made mead with juniper berries. Longthorn? I know where I'm going. You can leave." he jumped out the window.
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 7, 2012 12:41:23 GMT -5
Randon was still unsure of all that had happened. Who was this man? What did the Lord of Highgarden want with such a man? It wasn't his place to question his lord. Lord Tarly opened the door to the room, walked down the stairs, and left Lover's Shadow.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 22, 2012 13:11:33 GMT -5
Lord Tyrell sat down. He had peasant clothing on. Lord Tarly stood behind him, longsword sheathed. Now, he waited.
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Post by Lord Trajan Blackfyre on Nov 22, 2012 15:16:12 GMT -5
Trajan Blackfyre entered, garbed in a simple black hooded robe to hide his silver hair and violet eyes. He took a seat across from Tyrell, recognizing him despite the peasant rags he had chosen. There was a fine line between dressing to avoid notice and dressing below your station.
"Your message piqued my interest. Best you start talking if you want to keep it." he said impatiently.
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