Stables

[Lord Podrick Baelish]

Where the finest mules of all the Vale are bred, those are specially used for the transport in the climb of the Eyrie, being for passengers or cargo. Are also stable the court's horses, most of them strong destriers, needed for traveling around the steep and unpredictable roads of the land.

[Jory Farice]

Jory had finally made it. The journey to the Vale had only taken him a couple days, to his surprise. The maps of Westeros made the land seem much larger than it really was. He rolled up the map and returned it to his horse's bag. He had overshot the Eyrie by quite a distance and found himself in this strange area called "The Fingers".

Jory rode his horse towards the stables and looked for someone to meet him.

[Ser Gerik Connington]

(Yay first npc!)

He made his way out of his hut, scratching his belly. "Oi! Can I help you," he licked his lips, "with that very fine horse?"

[Jory Farice]

Jory eyed the man cautiously, he and had a look that Jory did not trust. "Yes, I am here as an adventurer, looking for some good work. I don't suppose you'd know where I could find the lord of this place, would you?"

[Ser Gerik Connington]

He cleared his throat and spat it on the ground. "Baelish?" He roared into laughter. "He's hardly a lord! Great-granson of some landed knight. He owns half a farm and some chickens! His "hall" is atop the hill."

[Jory Farice]

Jory only nodded and dismounted his horse. He took the pack off and swung it over himself. He took the reins and handed it over to the stablemaster. "Very well; try not to eat my horse, ser."

Jory turned and went in the direction that the stablemaster led him.

[Ser Gerik Connington]

He intercepted him and stuck out his hand. He coughed. "It's hard to come by good coppers up in these hills."

[Jory Farice]

Jory returned on foot with a bag of silver in his hand. "Old man, where are you?"

[Ser Gerik Connington]

He appeared behind him, stepping out of the shadows. He put a hand on his shoulder and breathed over his neck. "Right here, big boy." he whispered in his ear.

[Jory Farice]

Jory, completely shocked by this, whirls around and draws his blade jumping back to gain distance from the man. "Oh, it's you... Yeah, you're fired by order of Lord Baelish."

[Ser Gerik Connington]

"But the horses, even yours, have a little bit of me in them. I can't leave them, they're mine. Mine daughters, brothers, mothers, and," his voice deepened. "Mates." He walked toward Jory. "Please help me, don't let Baelish hurt me. He hurt me. Hurt me! Makes do bad things!" He shrieked and fell on the ground.

[Jory Farice]

Jory backed away a bit, unsure of what was going on. "Don't worry, ser, that's why you're fired. So you can get out of here and start you own life." Jory throws the bag of silver to the man and begins to walk past to return to the Hall. "And take my horse, it wasn't mine anyways to begin with. Now go."

[Ser Gerik Connington]

He rips open the bag of silver and starts scarfing it down. "My babies, my delicious babies!" he starts crying, belly full of silver. He draws his dagger and charges Jory. "You gone and take my babies!"

[Jory Farice]

Jory takes his stance, side-facing, and holds his rapier out, ready to meet the man.

(Sword: Expert +80)

[Ser Gerik Connington]

Jory=Sword: Expert-141(80+61)
Stablemaster(Ted)=79
Difference of 62

Ted rushes Jory swinging his dagger like a madman. Fortunately, Jory is a very capable swordsman. He dodges Ted's first swing and his second. As Ted has a belly full of silver and wine, the rapid, movement makes him vomit on Jory's shoes. He responds by slamming the hilt of the rapier on the back of his head, knocking him out instantly.