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POLL: Daeny the Stoutbearer
🕑 Added 2019-05-04 17:08:22 +0000 UTC"Dragons? Oh they ain't nuthin' but ol' wives' tales and bedtime stories. Only time I heard much bout them was when a customer or two were tryin' ta impress me sayin' he slew one," The plump barmaid giggled as she passed by the mysterious stranger, serving a couple tankards to a rather rowdy bunch of soldiers who hooted and hollered at the white haired beauty.
"What's that luv? A Tagaryen? Me?" She laughed heartily as her bosom bounced with each breath, "Oh ain't ya just a CHARMER!?" She cooed, adjusting her bodice a bit, "If I were a decade or two younger, and maybe a stone or two lighter," she smiled warmly before yelping lightly, "Oi! Lawrence Bardon, you best not let your wife catch you goosin' other ladies' rears," she coquettishly chided an old soldier, "Less you want ta lose yer other eye," the men at the table laughed as she went to sit at the Stranger's table.
"Huh? Well now that you mention it, I do remember hearing about that little Targaryen girl, something about her amassing an army and having dragons and such... but then everyone seemed to stop talking about her a year or two ago... Last I heard she went missing somewhere in the North..." She took a tankard and drained half of it in a single quaff, "To be honest, I am rather sad to hear that she's gone... Always thought maybe she deserved the Iron Throne after the hardships she went through..." Daeny looked deeply into her ale, eying her reflection as if she were trying to recognize the face looking back, "I could almost swear I've-"
The barmaid stopped, her eyes blinking as if waking from a dream, "Huh?" She looked up at the empty chair across from her. Had she been talking to someone? What had they been talking about? Something about... draggings? Who was gettin' dragged? She shook the thoughts away before finishing her drink. She stood and wiggled her wide hips back to the soldiers' table and plopping in Lawrence's lap, "Alright, soldier boy, how bout for ten copper I'll warm your bed tonight?" she smiled slyly as he quickly pulled out his coin purse and led her back to his room. After their little congress, she'd mention the satchel of gold it'd take to keep it quiet from his wife...
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Master-TF
Great quality, and lovely piece!
