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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cor Azer" data-source="post: 5658392" data-attributes="member: 870">Ser Patrek stares down at the House Vantri master-of-hounds, spending a few moments to study the man. Seven hells, I just wanted to go to the tourney; then the raven from Sunkenwood and now this mess... The young knight sighs as he rubs his temples. Damn this headache.With a wince to push away the pain in his head, Ser Patrek dismounts and straightens his surcoat. He fixes his belt, and checks the stealing on the sword sheathed at his side. He forces a smile past his headache, slipping out a small apple from a saddlebag and feeding his mare.After the horse takes a bite, he tosses the rest of the apple to his squire."No need, friend," he says as he nods to Mhyrko. "My squire Joff will tend to such matters." He nods back to his entourage, pointing to the far end of the barn. Immediately, his men set about their tasks like a well-oiled clock."A merchant's guard did this, you say?" he asks as he walks up to the master-of-hounds, gesturing for the man to head back into the inn. "Where are these two now?"The knight frowns as he learns the broad strokes of the evening's events, and his displeasure at the unexplained actions is evident. He grimaces again, pressing at his temples. Can't use any milk tonight, dammit. Need to stay sober. He hisses with a sharp intake of air. Seven hells. Maybe a small dose."Awful business this is, Sers," says Patrek as he greets Ser Laton, Ser Jarl, and Ser Gough. "I had not though to find such a scene. Wat tends to keep a pretty calm inn here; locals aren't too rowdy. If your men have the sellsword secured, Ser Laton, I thank you and ask they remain on guard for a while yet, until mine own can relieve them." He grits his teeth to fight back the ache in his head."I was actually here on a different errand though. We had a raven from Sunkenwood; seems Lord Lynderly's daughter Palla has gone missing. Rode off into the Snakewood a few days ago, and didn't tell anyone where or why."He winces again, and turns to the innkeep. "Wat! Some water and a large mug please." Ser Patrek bows apologetically to the knights before him. "Your pardons, Sers. I must retire for the night. This Seven hells sent headache cries for some milk of the poppy."</blockquote>

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