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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 27, 2012 22:09:45 GMT -5
Felric entered the establishment, and took a seat at the table off to the side, his back to the wall. Swathed in his green cloak, naught could be seen of his face or body.
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 27, 2012 22:11:24 GMT -5
Felric entered the establishment and looked around, unfamiliar with the overpowering scent and sights.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 27, 2012 22:19:34 GMT -5
Seeing the new visitor, Chaeyen quickly made her way over to the man. Cooing, she asked "What can I do for you, m'lord? I have many fine girls, perhaps you would like to see them and choose one for a night of pleasure and passion that you will never forget?"
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 27, 2012 22:21:49 GMT -5
Felric jumped up, shocked. "Oh, that's what this place is! I mean, no offence... Um, I mean... Look, actually I was just poking my head in every tavern looking for a certain type of wine. Its a northern one. Can't find it anywhere. It's called Frost Flower? Have you heard of it?"
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 27, 2012 22:21:54 GMT -5
Trajan slipped the stag back into his pouch, pleased with proof Fletcher had made a good impression on someone. It was good to know his men could be counted on. As the newcomer entered, Trajan raised his glass to him.
"Thank you, my dear." he said smoothly to Chaeyen. "Why don't you come sit with me? I'm curious to know where you hail from."
In truth, Trajan cared little where the foreign whore was from, but a man in a brothel without a woman nearby earned curious looks. While Chaeyen might suspect who he was, he couldn't afford for anyone else to know The Heretic was near.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 27, 2012 22:29:11 GMT -5
To the Northerner, she asked, "Really? you didn't realize? The sign does say Paradisium, after all." Thinking she went over to a manifest by the counter. "Ah, yes I have a crate of Frosty Flowers wine, 24 bottles in all. How many do you want?"
Her attention was diverted to the friend of Fletcher, "You'll never be able to guess, sweetie. But perhaps you would like one of Fletcher's usuals? He would sit and talk with them for most the night, before bringing them behind a curtain."
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 27, 2012 22:34:00 GMT -5
Surprised, he payed for two bottles and sat at what seemed like the only table in the place, flush against the wall. Back leaning against it, Felric nursed his drink and went deep into thought. Absentmindedly spinning a dagger in his other hand.
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 27, 2012 22:39:53 GMT -5
"That sounds like a challenge." Trajan said with a laugh. "And no, I'll not be touching any girl Fletcher has lain with."
"I will buy one for the man that doesn't know what a brothel looks like though." Trajan added, motioning to the newcomer and watching him spin his dagger.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 27, 2012 22:42:55 GMT -5
"Your choice, I suppose. You sure you're a friend of Fletcher? I wouldn't think any friend of his would turn down a whore." Shrugging, Chaeyen walked over to Felric.
"So, how about it. Want to take up the gentlemen's offer?"
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 27, 2012 22:50:31 GMT -5
Felric narrowed his eyes "As much as it'd do me the pleasure, and I'm sure it would be a pleasure, this man's weary when a stranger offers him a supposedly free show. There's always a price." Felric got up and dragged his chair over to the man with the easy smile. As an afterthought, he brought the wine. "What do you want me from me? I'm willing to listen now, and its never good to drink alone." He said as he offered the bottle.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 27, 2012 22:51:42 GMT -5
"Gods damn is anybody ever going to buy a whore? I'm going to go out of business at this rate!" Chaeyen walked behind the counter, slightly disgusted at her recent clientele.
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 27, 2012 23:02:16 GMT -5
"A wise policy." Trajan mused, unoffended by the northerner's refusal. "I'm merely looking for conversation while I await a friend, so let us not be strangers. Which part of Stark's lands do you hail from?"
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 27, 2012 23:08:41 GMT -5
"We're under the Boltons. Along the coast. It's where this drink comes from actually. Only wine set north of the neck. The cellars there turn the wine to ice, and when it thaws, it produces this tasty little number. And you? A local in these parts? The whores don't seem to know you."
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 27, 2012 23:25:51 GMT -5
"I know wine better than whores." Trajan replied, sipping the unique beverage. His violet eyes turned cold at the question of where he was from. He decided to answer. There were many men from that charred husk of a city.
"I lived in Duskendale before the war."
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 27, 2012 23:31:40 GMT -5
Duskendale... should he know this place? Felric paused and leaned back, put off by the strange gleam in those violet eyes. He had never seen those kinds of eyes before sailing to the south. He wondered why. They troubled him as he spoke "I've never heard Duskendale. Is it near here?"
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