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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cor Azer" data-source="post: 5651631" data-attributes="member: 870">For the second time this evening, Haken and Adham find themselves carrying one of Maester Karlon's charges into the inn. Ser Rolston is ashen, and his black and grey surcoat is stained crimson with both wet and drying blood. The bandages fastened to his neck stem the flow, but a little trickles out even so. His breathing is raspy and wet."What has happened?" asks Raquinno. "Where is my man?"Haken furrows his brow. "The sellsword smashed in the stableboy's head, blackened the squire's eye, and nearly killed the knight." His eyes narrow. "I wonder what he was being paid for?"The Pentoshi bristles. "I resent that insinuation! I'm a simple spice merchant. My swords were hired to protect me in the wilds of The Vale." He spits on the ground. "You Westerosi savages! You claim to be so much better than us across the Narrow Sea, but no!" He waggled a finger at the guard. "No! You breed men such as the Agorn. He... He shows you as you truly are." Raquinno puffs his chest out pridefully. "Tell him, he has forfeited his pay. This was not part of his contract."The merchant takes a few steps away from his bench and towards his room. "Merrillio. Phaqo. Follow." The trio retire from the common room, but while the Pentoshi and the Dothraki pointedly ignore any words or looks, just before exiting, the Braavosi bows apologetically, and sweeps out of the room."What do we do with the sellsword?" asks one of the guards.Haken considers for a moment."Secure him in a room. No windows. Ser Laton or Ser Jarl may want to question him and we don't want a public spectacle."As the sellsword is being led through the common room, quietly humming a tune to himself, the wounded squire follows a few paces behind. Ollin looks confused, shifting the gaze of his one good eye from Robin, the guards, Agorn, and back to Robin. "I don't understand. Why won't he answer you question, milord?"The sellsword stops humming and smiles. "That stream back there, boy? That's the edge of these Vantri boys' land. This here inn is in Corbray lands, and from what I hear, Lord Lyonnel is not fond of other Houses plying justice on his lands." He licks his lips with a smug satisfaction. "So I really don't need to answer any of your questions."Ser Gough stands, trying his best to sound formal and intimidating; a difficult feat with mutton juice staining his chin. "Then we send for the Lord! We shall have him try this foul miscreant we have caught!" He waves a sausagelike finger at the sellsword, "Your crimes against our fellow knight will not go unpunished!"Agorn smiles, and returns to his humming.</blockquote>

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