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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dave_o" data-source="post: 2813019" data-attributes="member: 2933">Rhin, The YardRhin slowly closes his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply. It is something that water dancers do when they are thinking -- sometimes, the air tastes like the answer they seek. Rhin smells sweat, and cool steel: good smells, and comforting. After a brief moment he opens his eyes, dark, wooden eyes. "We are honored guests, yes? And I am ever appreciative of both bath and food." The Braavosi smiles, dimples blossoming subtly at the corners of his dusky mouth. He gestures with a slender arm toward Redfort proper. "Let us go, then, and find our lordlings, a bath, a bite of food, and perhaps some of the ladies of the house that we may impress them with our words and deeds." Rhin begins slinking away from the yard. And to figure out how you beat me, Ser.OOC: Really you can have us head anywhere Ibram. Rhin just heads to the great hall, I suppose, but he could very well take a meandering route that leads him and Ser Rycen by other PCs.</blockquote>