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<blockquote data-quote="Maester Luwin" data-source="post: 3429892" data-attributes="member: 23259"><p>Hey everyone! Here's what Donnel has been up to!</p><p></p><p></p><p>Donnel had been a very busy man. He was under orders from Lord Artos to observe the various freeriders & sellswords. Lord Artos wanted a few extra swords he could depend on during his trek north. Donnel had picked out 4-5 men that might do. Donnel would want Ser Benton Cassel’s opinion as well. Being the Stark’s Master-at-Arms his experience would be invaluable where picking & training new men were concerned. However, this wasn’t Donnel’s only duty. He was to use his eyes & ears to pick up rumors or tales concerning Jasson’s attempted abduction or the Lannister’s coin. It was a late afternoon when word came that a group of swell swords were gambling/ arm wrestling at the Smoking Log & were sporting gold coins!</p><p></p><p>Donnel came through the back door & after a brief protest from the cook made his way to the bar & the proprietor of the Smoking Log, Mart Brewer.</p><p></p><p>Donnel nodded toward the sellsword’s table & asked “How long have they been at it?”</p><p></p><p>Mart smiled & said “The biggun’s been here afore noon n’ so far no one’s been able to best him. He’s nay paid fer a drink yet!”</p><p></p><p>Donnel smiled & observed for a while. The man was big enough alright. His buddies were cheering him on. There was a pile of silver before him but no gold was showing. His arm was strong & there were few taking up his offer to arm wrestle for drink or coin. Donnel had a plan. </p><p></p><p>He turned to Mart & said “Mart my friend I’ll need a favor. I’ll join my friend there but I’ll buy our first round. I’ll take the special vintage, the one easy on a man’s head & my friend will need something a little stronger if you don’t mind.”</p><p></p><p>Mart winked at him “I understand Donnel. I’ll send Wilma on over in half a moment if’n it please ya!”</p><p></p><p>Donnel smiled & winked back “That will please me just fine ole friend!”</p><p></p><p>Donnel walk over to the sellsword’s table trying to look unassuming. His buddies were well into their cups; in fact one was face down upon the table. Donnel nodded to the empty chair across from the sellsword & asked “This seat taken?”</p><p></p><p>The big sellsword said “Naw! Sit down! Want to try your luck?”</p><p></p><p>Donnel smiled & said “If you don’t mind?”</p><p></p><p>The sellsword said “Always ready t’ make a new friend or two. Me name’s Luther… Luther Brawn! Now who might you be?”</p><p></p><p>Donnel tried to remember anything he might have heard of the man & nothing bad came to mind. Donnel said “Donnel… Donnel of Long Lake at your service.”</p><p></p><p>Luther’s smile faded & his eyes held some suspicion as he asked “You be a wolf cub then?”</p><p>Donnel smiled & stated easily “Yes. I’m Lord Willam’s man & my silver spends as well as anyone’s. I’ve taken the liberty of buying the first round.” Donnel spotted Wilma making her way over with two mugs. Donnel winked at her. She placed the mugs before each man & smiled at Donnel before leaving.</p><p></p><p>Luther eyed the mug before him & then looked Donnel in the eye “So Donnel… well met!” Luther then drained his mug in four big gulps. He shook his head as if to clear it & said “Let’s see some of Lord Willam’s silver then!” He smiled broadly & placed a massive arm on the table top & nodded toward Donnel.</p><p></p><p>Donnel sipped his wine & found it suitably watered down. Donnel then poured the contents of his purse on the table. Twenty silver Stags glinted in the firelight. Donnel said “Can you cover such a bet?”</p><p></p><p>Luther nodded toward his pile & said “Aye! Your hand if ya please!”</p><p></p><p>Donnel grasped Luther’s hand. His grip was a strong one. One of Luther’s fellows said “Steady now. One. Two. Three n’ go!”</p><p></p><p>Donnel held for a moment but then his arm made a slow steady progress toward the table top. Donnel’s arm landed with a thunk!</p><p></p><p>Donnel rubbed his arm as Luther raked in the coins into his already growing pile. Donnel motioned toward Wilma & another round. Donnel cleared his throat & said “Luther you are mighty indeed. However, I would like another chance to win my silver back. My purse is empty though. I have this to wager.” Donnel reached into his belt & withdrew a castle forged dagger of good steel.</p><p></p><p>Donnel said “The dagger is worth more than all that silver put together. Do you have more to add into the ante?”</p><p></p><p>Luther eyed the dagger with some avarice & said “Thar’s enough silver I’m think’n!”</p><p></p><p>Wilma set two more mugs down & said “On your tab Donnel?”</p><p></p><p>Donnel said “But of course. Now if you have something more to offer I’ll go another round but if not I’ll finish my wine & bid you good evening.”</p><p></p><p>Luther threw back the second mug & wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Awright! This should cover the difference!” Luther reached into his pouch & threw a golden Dragon on the table but unfortunately only the front with King Daeron’s profile was exposed.</p><p></p><p>Donnel took another sip of his wine & said “A most generous offer friend Luther! Shall we?” Donnel held his hand out & placed his elbow on the table. Donnel noticed his opponent’s eyes were more blurry & his grip a bit weaker. He was still formidable though.</p><p></p><p>Luther’s friend again signaled the twain to start. Luther again came on strong & tried for a quick victory. This time, however, Donnel held & waited for Luther to spend his strength against his immovable arm. Luther grunted & beads of sweat appeared on his brow but between the fortified wine & his previous contests of strength Luther labored beyond his means. Donnel felt him give & could see the surprise in his eyes. Donnel slowly brought his arm down until it slammed into the table. Luther was in shock indeed! Unable to move save to rub his arm.</p><p></p><p>Donnel gathered the coins before him. In the end he left the sellsword five silver Stags to drown his sorrows.</p><p></p><p>Donnel said “Luther Brawn you are a worthy opponent. If you seek employment seek me at Castle Winterfell.”</p><p></p><p>Luther looked up & said “I’m ta win the tourney on the morrow. With all that gold I’ll not need yer job. But thank ye jus the same!”</p><p></p><p>Donnel left by the kitchen door but not before giving Mart & Wilma a few Stags for their trouble. On his way out he turned the golden coin over & there big as Ser Cregan himself was the Lion Rampart!</p><p></p><p>Thanks Maester Luwin</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Maester Luwin, post: 3429892, member: 23259"] Hey everyone! Here's what Donnel has been up to! Donnel had been a very busy man. He was under orders from Lord Artos to observe the various freeriders & sellswords. Lord Artos wanted a few extra swords he could depend on during his trek north. Donnel had picked out 4-5 men that might do. Donnel would want Ser Benton Cassel’s opinion as well. Being the Stark’s Master-at-Arms his experience would be invaluable where picking & training new men were concerned. However, this wasn’t Donnel’s only duty. He was to use his eyes & ears to pick up rumors or tales concerning Jasson’s attempted abduction or the Lannister’s coin. It was a late afternoon when word came that a group of swell swords were gambling/ arm wrestling at the Smoking Log & were sporting gold coins! Donnel came through the back door & after a brief protest from the cook made his way to the bar & the proprietor of the Smoking Log, Mart Brewer. Donnel nodded toward the sellsword’s table & asked “How long have they been at it?” Mart smiled & said “The biggun’s been here afore noon n’ so far no one’s been able to best him. He’s nay paid fer a drink yet!” Donnel smiled & observed for a while. The man was big enough alright. His buddies were cheering him on. There was a pile of silver before him but no gold was showing. His arm was strong & there were few taking up his offer to arm wrestle for drink or coin. Donnel had a plan. He turned to Mart & said “Mart my friend I’ll need a favor. I’ll join my friend there but I’ll buy our first round. I’ll take the special vintage, the one easy on a man’s head & my friend will need something a little stronger if you don’t mind.” Mart winked at him “I understand Donnel. I’ll send Wilma on over in half a moment if’n it please ya!” Donnel smiled & winked back “That will please me just fine ole friend!” Donnel walk over to the sellsword’s table trying to look unassuming. His buddies were well into their cups; in fact one was face down upon the table. Donnel nodded to the empty chair across from the sellsword & asked “This seat taken?” The big sellsword said “Naw! Sit down! Want to try your luck?” Donnel smiled & said “If you don’t mind?” The sellsword said “Always ready t’ make a new friend or two. Me name’s Luther… Luther Brawn! Now who might you be?” Donnel tried to remember anything he might have heard of the man & nothing bad came to mind. Donnel said “Donnel… Donnel of Long Lake at your service.” Luther’s smile faded & his eyes held some suspicion as he asked “You be a wolf cub then?” Donnel smiled & stated easily “Yes. I’m Lord Willam’s man & my silver spends as well as anyone’s. I’ve taken the liberty of buying the first round.” Donnel spotted Wilma making her way over with two mugs. Donnel winked at her. She placed the mugs before each man & smiled at Donnel before leaving. Luther eyed the mug before him & then looked Donnel in the eye “So Donnel… well met!” Luther then drained his mug in four big gulps. He shook his head as if to clear it & said “Let’s see some of Lord Willam’s silver then!” He smiled broadly & placed a massive arm on the table top & nodded toward Donnel. Donnel sipped his wine & found it suitably watered down. Donnel then poured the contents of his purse on the table. Twenty silver Stags glinted in the firelight. Donnel said “Can you cover such a bet?” Luther nodded toward his pile & said “Aye! Your hand if ya please!” Donnel grasped Luther’s hand. His grip was a strong one. One of Luther’s fellows said “Steady now. One. Two. Three n’ go!” Donnel held for a moment but then his arm made a slow steady progress toward the table top. Donnel’s arm landed with a thunk! Donnel rubbed his arm as Luther raked in the coins into his already growing pile. Donnel motioned toward Wilma & another round. Donnel cleared his throat & said “Luther you are mighty indeed. However, I would like another chance to win my silver back. My purse is empty though. I have this to wager.” Donnel reached into his belt & withdrew a castle forged dagger of good steel. Donnel said “The dagger is worth more than all that silver put together. Do you have more to add into the ante?” Luther eyed the dagger with some avarice & said “Thar’s enough silver I’m think’n!” Wilma set two more mugs down & said “On your tab Donnel?” Donnel said “But of course. Now if you have something more to offer I’ll go another round but if not I’ll finish my wine & bid you good evening.” Luther threw back the second mug & wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Awright! This should cover the difference!” Luther reached into his pouch & threw a golden Dragon on the table but unfortunately only the front with King Daeron’s profile was exposed. Donnel took another sip of his wine & said “A most generous offer friend Luther! Shall we?” Donnel held his hand out & placed his elbow on the table. Donnel noticed his opponent’s eyes were more blurry & his grip a bit weaker. He was still formidable though. Luther’s friend again signaled the twain to start. Luther again came on strong & tried for a quick victory. This time, however, Donnel held & waited for Luther to spend his strength against his immovable arm. Luther grunted & beads of sweat appeared on his brow but between the fortified wine & his previous contests of strength Luther labored beyond his means. Donnel felt him give & could see the surprise in his eyes. Donnel slowly brought his arm down until it slammed into the table. Luther was in shock indeed! Unable to move save to rub his arm. Donnel gathered the coins before him. In the end he left the sellsword five silver Stags to drown his sorrows. Donnel said “Luther Brawn you are a worthy opponent. If you seek employment seek me at Castle Winterfell.” Luther looked up & said “I’m ta win the tourney on the morrow. With all that gold I’ll not need yer job. But thank ye jus the same!” Donnel left by the kitchen door but not before giving Mart & Wilma a few Stags for their trouble. On his way out he turned the golden coin over & there big as Ser Cregan himself was the Lion Rampart! Thanks Maester Luwin [/QUOTE]
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