Post by The Great Other on Aug 26, 2012 10:57:40 GMT -5
The 5 men leave the brothel in a drunken stupor. All of them have smiles on their faces except for Mold, who never seems to have enough coin to get a girl to lay with him. Lar, Coppers, Pup, and Jory though come out singing The Rains of Castamere, a westerlands favorite. Mold, in his sullen mood, pays little attention to where he is walking and trips over a stray cat. The cat lets out a screech and bolts off like lightening.
“Damn, blasted cats!” Mold yells as he kicks some rocks on the ground.
“Fast little bugger that was!” Coppers says, “Jory you think you could catch one?”
Jory smiles in his mead induced confidence. “Of course I can! I’m quicker than a stinking cat.”
Pup lets out a bellowing laugh. “Maybe when you aren’t drunk, boy, but you can’t catch a cat tonight.”
Jory shakes his head, and continues to smile. “I’ll show you then.”
Pup and his captains all look at each other and smile, and Coppers is the first to reply. “20 copper pennies on him catching the cat.”
“I’ll take the bet.” Lars replies.
Pup just smiles and nods to Jory to being his attempt, in which he does immediately.
Jory rushes down the alley way that the cat had bolted into earlier to see if he can find it still. It doesn’t take long before the cat flies by Pup and the captains out of the alley. Jory is close behind and almost bowls Mold over in his haste to catch up. Pup gains a confident smile as he sees the boy gaining ground on the small animal.
Jory darts around following the quick movements of the cat. Step by step and each turn they take it seems as though Jory will have it. Pup seems to think it is the mead that is keeping Jory so long, since on some of the turns it looks as though Jory’s feet slip a bit. Jory is normally sure footed in running and in battles.
The cat seems annoyed with Jory’s constant pursuit and starts to let out a whiny meow every so often. Jory’s determination keeps him going, and it doesn’t seem like he is slowing down even a bit. They keep running around and around through the streets and alley ways of Kingslanding. Pup and the others need to move around and follow so that they are able to continue watching this spectacle.
Jory follows the cat down an alley way and Pup catches a sly grin on Jory’s face as they run out of sight. As he expected after seeing the grin, Jory comes walking out of the alley with an incredible upset cat clawing and scratching to get out of his hands.
“Told you I can catch it.” Jory says with a victorious grin.
Lars frowns and gives Coppers the coppers he is due, but still congratulates the young squire.
“Very well done, boy.” Pup says, “You keep that speed up and you’ll be a tough match for any man.”
When all is said and done the group goes to the inn that they are staying at for some needed sleep before the tournament.
(Jorys Quickness improves to Expert)
“Damn, blasted cats!” Mold yells as he kicks some rocks on the ground.
“Fast little bugger that was!” Coppers says, “Jory you think you could catch one?”
Jory smiles in his mead induced confidence. “Of course I can! I’m quicker than a stinking cat.”
Pup lets out a bellowing laugh. “Maybe when you aren’t drunk, boy, but you can’t catch a cat tonight.”
Jory shakes his head, and continues to smile. “I’ll show you then.”
Pup and his captains all look at each other and smile, and Coppers is the first to reply. “20 copper pennies on him catching the cat.”
“I’ll take the bet.” Lars replies.
Pup just smiles and nods to Jory to being his attempt, in which he does immediately.
Jory rushes down the alley way that the cat had bolted into earlier to see if he can find it still. It doesn’t take long before the cat flies by Pup and the captains out of the alley. Jory is close behind and almost bowls Mold over in his haste to catch up. Pup gains a confident smile as he sees the boy gaining ground on the small animal.
Jory darts around following the quick movements of the cat. Step by step and each turn they take it seems as though Jory will have it. Pup seems to think it is the mead that is keeping Jory so long, since on some of the turns it looks as though Jory’s feet slip a bit. Jory is normally sure footed in running and in battles.
The cat seems annoyed with Jory’s constant pursuit and starts to let out a whiny meow every so often. Jory’s determination keeps him going, and it doesn’t seem like he is slowing down even a bit. They keep running around and around through the streets and alley ways of Kingslanding. Pup and the others need to move around and follow so that they are able to continue watching this spectacle.
Jory follows the cat down an alley way and Pup catches a sly grin on Jory’s face as they run out of sight. As he expected after seeing the grin, Jory comes walking out of the alley with an incredible upset cat clawing and scratching to get out of his hands.
“Told you I can catch it.” Jory says with a victorious grin.
Lars frowns and gives Coppers the coppers he is due, but still congratulates the young squire.
“Very well done, boy.” Pup says, “You keep that speed up and you’ll be a tough match for any man.”
When all is said and done the group goes to the inn that they are staying at for some needed sleep before the tournament.
(Jorys Quickness improves to Expert)