Widowmaker
First Post
Ser Arey nods at you for a moment. "Thank you for the compliment. We are strong as our name. As for the tourney that is another matter." He states and then sips some of his drink.
"I do not like tourney's I think they are waste of time. Boys wanting to be men and men wanting to be boys. If men wish to fight let there be a battle. The few of us that sit here are the ones that know what it means to fight in a battle. We have fought Ironman raiders and skirmished with the Tully's. We don't get dressed up and fight a fake fight." Ser Arey says. You can tell he had disgust for tourneys.
"Unfortuneately I have to fight. My good lord has chosen us to be on his side during the melee. So I will have to raise my fake sword against others. The one good thing I have going for me is Ser Devan will be nearby." The four of them are laughing, Brandon joins in for good measure.
Ser Devan leans over as the others discuss some other matter. "My brother Ser Tybolt is not known for being the smartest or strongest. He cares more for clothing and fashion. He leaves most of the martial concerns to myself and Ser Arey. Everyone has there uses." He says the last bit shrugging his shoulders. "As I said before you and I are more alike than either of us thinks."
A few moments pass and Ser Devan goes back to the conversation. As you sitting there paying attention to the conversation about Ser Arey fighting Ironmen Brandon nudges you. As you look to see what he wants, he nods towards a side tent near the large pavalion tent.
You see Tanya Redwyne walking besides a older Bravossi man. They appear to be in deep conversation, discussing who knows what. She does not appear to see you amongst the men sitting at the table. She continues walking towards a tent that appears to be for House Redwyne.
"I do not like tourney's I think they are waste of time. Boys wanting to be men and men wanting to be boys. If men wish to fight let there be a battle. The few of us that sit here are the ones that know what it means to fight in a battle. We have fought Ironman raiders and skirmished with the Tully's. We don't get dressed up and fight a fake fight." Ser Arey says. You can tell he had disgust for tourneys.
"Unfortuneately I have to fight. My good lord has chosen us to be on his side during the melee. So I will have to raise my fake sword against others. The one good thing I have going for me is Ser Devan will be nearby." The four of them are laughing, Brandon joins in for good measure.
Ser Devan leans over as the others discuss some other matter. "My brother Ser Tybolt is not known for being the smartest or strongest. He cares more for clothing and fashion. He leaves most of the martial concerns to myself and Ser Arey. Everyone has there uses." He says the last bit shrugging his shoulders. "As I said before you and I are more alike than either of us thinks."
A few moments pass and Ser Devan goes back to the conversation. As you sitting there paying attention to the conversation about Ser Arey fighting Ironmen Brandon nudges you. As you look to see what he wants, he nods towards a side tent near the large pavalion tent.
You see Tanya Redwyne walking besides a older Bravossi man. They appear to be in deep conversation, discussing who knows what. She does not appear to see you amongst the men sitting at the table. She continues walking towards a tent that appears to be for House Redwyne.