Re: In the Taverns!
As per his father's instructions, Tyronne had been out mingling and providing some of the local establishments with his business. Currently, he was seated in The Golden Hand with a wench on either side of him, enjoying a nice cup of ale. He was drinking it slowly - a good natured fight could turn ugly quickly when alcohol was factored in, and it was best to keep some of his wits about him.
He grinned when he heard the Tyroshi accent. So, the king was posing as a sellsword for a night of...well, it could hardly be called peace, but freedom might be a better choice of words.
"I do apologize," he called from his table. "But as you see, the prettiest girls are here with me."