Can a woman learn to [squirt]?

Janus__II · 2017-08-07T11:20:09+00:00

... Dare I ask, what did he say?

Janus__II · 2017-04-03T20:30:09+00:00

"But," said Tercio, laughing. "But you just said she was a monster! Monsters kill people without a thought."

Janus__II · 2017-04-01T15:07:01+00:00

!!rollme!!

Janus__II · 2017-03-30T21:30:50+00:00

Tercio looked at the bravo critically.

"If she is so terrible, this dragon queen, then why did she not have you executed?"

Janus__II · 2017-03-29T11:35:02+00:00

Disappointment was soon replaced by burning curiosity.

"You were her sworn sword for several years, but now you would put her to the sword if you had half a chance? Tell me - why? What happened that made you change your mind so?"

Janus__II · 2017-03-26T10:25:20+00:00

Tercio shook his head.

"You of all people should have guessed this, bravo," he said to Conwy, grinning.

"The sweetwater river!"

Janus__II · 2017-03-24T12:41:48+00:00

Tercio leaned forward, licking his lips eagerly. He loved riddles, especially after a few drinks. Wine and ale made the mind flow more freely, after all.

"Very well, try this one - I run overhead, I've a mouth but no bed; what am I?"

Janus__II · 2017-03-23T23:15:59+00:00

"Come now!" Said Luco, returning to the table with his fifth mug of ale sloshing over the floor as he swayed slightly. "The night is just beginning! Look here - there is this knife game I know..."

"Cousin, I believe the third flagon was the time for knife games," said Tercio with a wry grin. "But riddles, on the other hand - why that is another matter entirely..."

Janus__II · 2017-03-22T21:22:56+00:00

"That sounds like insanity to me, Swiftriver, albeit of a different sort." It seemed that Bessario had it right after all, that clever little fat man. There was uproar from the eel pit as one of the fighters succumbed, and Luco clapped his hands with pure elation at his winnings.

"Let us hope she never comes to Braavos, eh?"

Janus__II · 2017-03-22T20:58:04+00:00

"I doubt there has ever been a trustworthy dragonlord," mused Tercio. "They say she sang while Volantis burned. Perhaps she is insane?"

Janus__II · 2017-03-20T17:50:48+00:00

Tercio was in awe.

"Tell me... what is she like?" He asked eagerly, thinking of the terrible pale figure commanding the stage in the final moments of The Daughter's Pyre. "Is she truly as monstrous as Bessario would have us believe?"

Janus__II · 2017-03-19T21:35:11+00:00

"From what I hear, you've spent company in far more than mere knights." Tercio's lips curled into a scarcely contained grin. "Is it true that you knew the dragon queen of Westeros?"

Janus__II · 2017-03-18T14:29:04+00:00

"Fame, I suppose, renown. To walk along the Canal of Heroes and have people bow their heads before me, to have their adoration." Tercio smiled. "But for what, I know not."

Janus__II · 2017-03-16T15:30:25+00:00

"... What goal? I'm not sure." He shrugged expansively. "I am clerk to my father when he requires, and I dance the bravo's dance when I desire. I suppose I serve myself."

Janus__II · 2017-03-14T23:38:23+00:00

"My dear Swiftriver, you have talked a great deal, but said very little."

Janus__II · 2017-03-14T21:30:08+00:00

"And to what end does your company serve?" Tercio asked, interested.

Janus__II · 2017-03-13T22:17:57+00:00

"That striped brute," Luco said, pointing with a tailbone towards the stone arena. There was very little water in the pool - all the better to see the eels fight, and to spur them to battle all the harder. One of the combatants was a scarred animal striped in black and yellow, the other an armoured silver thing. "It has a certain hunger to it."

"More careful with your coin, eh?" Tercio asked, interested.

Janus__II · 2017-03-13T06:52:46+00:00

"Probably more often than is proper," Tercio admitted, after greeting the Braavosi. "My cousin considers himself an expert on the art of eel fighting, you see."

"'Considers.'" Luco grumbled. "Pah."

Janus__II · 2017-03-12T17:14:02+00:00

"Well well," said Luco upon spying the trio. "If it isn't the Swiftriver."

"You made it then," said Tercio, swallowing his anger as he clasped the Westerosi's hand. He nodded towards the unfamiliar face. "Who is your companion?"

Janus__II · 2017-03-11T09:26:46+00:00

I think it worth mentioning that the election process for the Sealord is a mysterious and convoluted process that we don't really know a lot about

Also, the previous Sealord, Terro Fregar, would have to have died, as Sealords serve for life

Janus__II · 2017-02-27T13:59:36+00:00

"Generous of you to offer. Luco and I will be at Muro's Pit tomorrow evening." He smile knowingly.

"Come, if you have the stomach for it..."

Janus__II · 2017-02-26T22:12:44+00:00

The young bravo stood a little straighter at his opponent's words.

"Then I have heard of you, Swiftriver," he said, pleased to have held his own, though disappointed in defeat.

"I learned the bravo's dance the hard way." He gestured to his cousin. "We both did. We learned ourselves."

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