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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 16:18:50 GMT -5
The stinkiest, and closest to King's Landing, road Inn in the Crownlands. But it's where a great ale can be found for tired travelers.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 16:26:30 GMT -5
After taking care of his horse, Arthur walked in and sat by the hearth where a pig was slowly roasting over the fire.
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 25, 2012 16:30:01 GMT -5
The innkeeper was possibly the fattest man that had been seen behind a bar. His beard was one that passed his almost impressive chest with a curl at the end.
He glared as the Hightower went straight to a table and didnt stop to purchase a drink first.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 16:31:40 GMT -5
Arthur glanced up, "Water please!"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 16:33:14 GMT -5
Pod asked the Innkeeper... "Have a company of some 20 valemen passed here in maybe three days?"
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 25, 2012 16:34:41 GMT -5
"Do we look like we serve water here?" The fat man replied to the Hightower before turning to Pod.
"Havent seen any, well none that we can tell..."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 16:36:25 GMT -5
"At least you have any news from the brotherhood?" Said Pod spinning a stag between his fingers and grinning.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 16:39:54 GMT -5
Arthur stood up, "Then find some water, clean too."
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 25, 2012 16:41:52 GMT -5
The fat man smiled.
"Aye, and which brotherhood is that?"
He looked over to Arthur.
"There is a river up the road. I suggest you go there."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 16:45:47 GMT -5
"The Heretic's..." He threw the stag in the air and caught with his palm...
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 16:45:50 GMT -5
Arthur cast a glare at the fat man, "Doesn't serve water." he muttered. He turned to Pod, "I'll be waiting in the stables."
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 25, 2012 16:49:53 GMT -5
The fat man chuckled.
"Aye, that is a pretty bit of metal there, but why would I be telling you that?"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 16:52:37 GMT -5
"Because silver ain't the only metal I have." He tapped his sword. "And look outside your window ,lad , there are ten goldcloaks with me and my firend..." He tried to make his voice sound menacing... "So accept my courtesie and tell me what you know..."
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 25, 2012 16:54:24 GMT -5
The man lent forward.
"And you think it wise to shall we say threaten me in my own inn, with my customers around?" He asked softly. "Aye, I know of them but what really matters is why you want to."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 16:58:16 GMT -5
"Lad, you got I'm not the threataning kind of guy; you're lucky Ser Arthur went to the stables... We are searching for a group of friends of mine who vanished on the road, I fear that they may have been caught by The Heretic bastard... Now can you help us?"
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