Myrwin Martell (unbroken_spear) wrote in agos, @ 2008-11-17 19:42:00 |
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Current location: | Flea Bottom |
Entry tags: | elia martell, myrwin martell |
Who: Myrwin Martell, Elia Martell, anyone with reason to be out and about in Flea Bottom
When: Day 63, morning
Where: Flea Bottom
Rating: PG, possibility of a hard R for violence / adult situations
Status: Open
Myrwin, dressed in Sunspear's colors and sporting the Sun on his breast, walked with twenty hard men into Flea's Bottom. One man carried a large sack that clinked invitingly as he walked, but the other nineteen bore hard looks and kept their hands firmly on their knives. Finding a suitable taproom, he walked in and began to push some tables together to make some space for himself and his men.
"Who among you is hungry?" he asked the common room, to have one of his men repeat his words in a loud, firm voice at the tavern door to any passer-by on the street. "Who does not have a roof over their head?" he asked. "Who among you have wives, children, sisters, mothers who go without in these hard times?" he asked. "Let him step forth and receive a golden dragon from his friend the Prince of Dorne." he called.
Most men looked dismissive, almost angry, but some few looked throughtful. Finally, a filthy man stepped forward. "I ain't eat nothin' but brown in a month." he admitted. The man with the sack reached into it and tossed a golden stag into the air towards the astonished man.
"Then take this coin and eat your fill." he said, the soldiers prepared to deal harshly with any violence that may break out and to at least make sure the man wasn't robbed before he could take two steps away.
"Is there anyone else who could use a golden stag?" Myrwin asked before his men were mobbed by grasping, hungry hands.