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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 18:25:09 GMT -5
The closest thing you can call a true brothel following the Kingsroad. The overuse of aromatic essences that makes you want to puke but the pretty girls worth it...
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 18:26:53 GMT -5
Pod dismounted from his horse. "Ser Arthur this time please control your nerves, we don't want to scare the girls..."Once again grinning...
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 18:28:48 GMT -5
"I can keep myself contained here, unless a whore puts a dagger to my throat." the Young Bull let out a laugh.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 18:30:35 GMT -5
"It's better then for you to stay outside, we're here in business. If I need you I'll call you." Pod entered the brothel alone...
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 25, 2012 18:33:20 GMT -5
Fletcher sat on one of the establishment's red satin couches, a buxom Dorniah lass in his lap and goblet of spiced wine in his hand. The former mercenary often frequented the brothels, inns, and taverns lining the Kingswood. Such locations were invaluable sources of information, fences for stolen goods, and new recruits. Drunken veterans, greedy criminals, and dissatisfied commoners were easily persuaded to join the Heretics. Bribing the owners also provided a valuable intelligence system. Trajan Waters was far too recognizable with his Targaryen features, so Fletcher took on these responsibilities. The free whores and drink were just some of the many benefits.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 18:34:14 GMT -5
"You get all the fun. Well, hurry up in there.'
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 18:36:19 GMT -5
"I'm sorry to interrupt lads, but any of you have news about a retinue of valemen on these lands recently?" Asked Pod politely for those who were in the main hall.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 18:38:23 GMT -5
Arthur strode into the brothel, donned in full armor, sword at hip and shield on arm. He whispered to Baelish, "We must hurry back to King's Landing or we will miss the tourney and I will not let that happen."
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 25, 2012 18:41:28 GMT -5
Seeing the young Valeman enter, Chaeyen strutted out from behind a silk curtain, dressed relatively modestly, at least compared to her girls. Chaeyen's bronzed skin seemed to show that she was foreign to Westeros, but her voice showed no sign of an accent. Dressed in a silk dress that barely hid her features, she cooed to the visitor.
"Are you here for business, m'lord? Or is it pleasure you seek?"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 18:41:34 GMT -5
He told Chayen "Sorry ,lady, I'll need to leave now, mark my face, I shall come here in a few days" He turned to Arthur "Let's go... then" Pod left the brothels, staring at a man sitted with no woman near him, the lad had something strange Pod knew it...
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 25, 2012 18:46:15 GMT -5
Chaeyen pouted. "Oh, are you sure? I have many fine girls here, m'lord. Surely you could find one to your liking."
Seeing that the two were set on leaving, Chaeyen retreated behind the silk curtain, hoping for a new client.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 18:52:56 GMT -5
Arthur saddled himself again. "I'm sorry Pod, your guards are as good as dead. That boy in there, what do you think of him?"
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 25, 2012 19:13:04 GMT -5
Fletcher watched the absurd entry and departure of the two men, before giving Chaeyen a curious look.
"Strange times we live in." he remarked, patting the behind of the Dornish whore in his lap.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 19:15:20 GMT -5
"I'll keep on looking after the Tournament... and the lad, probably just a sellsword..."
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 25, 2012 19:16:15 GMT -5
"Indeed. Who comes into a whorehouse only to leave at once? I trust nothing I said scared them off?"
Chaeyen moved to the counter and began counting coppers. "Do you need anything else? Some more wine, maybe another girl?"
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