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Post by The Terror on Dec 11, 2018 17:51:53 GMT
Far from the Dragon's Pearl, the rest of Linyanti has their own ideas for Founders Festival. As the slaves and lesser citizens all hail from various cultures, the festivities are a multicultural affair. Strange songs, bizarre costumes, and games that seem like meaningless affairs to the Valyrian Quarter are here treated as a solemn yet jovial affair. A City Watchman stands on most corners, waiting and watching for any sign of true chaos.
At present, a Pentoshi man atop a mule is dressed as a Dothraki khal and riding down the street tossing sweets to the children following at his heel. Nearby, a pair of Rhoynar women are singing an exquisite ballad of the Old Men of the River. A Braavosi man entertains a crowd with a display of water dancing using a pair of wooden swords. A pair of City Watchmen survey the foreigner carefully. Braavosi are just barely tolerated in Linyanti.
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Post by The Terror on Dec 11, 2018 18:11:01 GMT
The red priest Roshai of Yi Ti is seen wandering all over the quarter. A keen observer will note that he is greeted by almost every crowd and stops to converse with nearly everyone on nearly every topic. No Valyrian in the city is a fraction as popular as a red priest. Except perhaps a Valyrian red priest.
Roshai's cup never seems to empty, though he sips constantly. Everyone seems to feel the need to pour him something.
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 11, 2018 21:58:46 GMT
Micaela and Jonarth arrived and stooped to listen to the Rhoynar women. "So what do the lower classes drink?" She asked.
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 11, 2018 22:07:50 GMT
Jonarth debated momentarily the merits of sending some men to convince the Rhoynay girls to work for him, but he was in a good mood and didn’t let the thought distract him for now. He grinned at her. “Bad wine and warm ale. I’d trust the ale,” he advised. “Once you have peasant wine then you can never quite get the taste out of your mouth.” He found a tavern in earshot of the girls and ordered two ales. “Never been here before?” He asked.
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 11, 2018 22:12:16 GMT
"Not on purpose, no. I wandered here a few times by mistake when I first arrived. But I felt like I didn't belong, so I thought it best not to look around."
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 11, 2018 22:24:00 GMT
He took a swig if ale. “It’s bracing, the poor side,” he said. “You’re right though; no one would ever think you were poor,” he winked. “Like a pearl among swine. What do you enjoy outside of reading?” He looked at the tavern. Not worth buying in his opinion.
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 11, 2018 22:34:39 GMT
"Talking about the things I read. Reading High Valyrian poetry and trying to write my own." She smiled and sipped her ale. But my favourite thing, even above reading, is cuddling up with Byka, or teaching her to respond to commands. What do you do ehen you're not running the tavern?"
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 11, 2018 22:39:42 GMT
Jonarth thought a moment. “I try to find other diversions,” he said. “I do enjoy reading, but I have no poet’s tongue. I...mostly just work,” he admitted finally. “Which is why I leapt at the chance to enjoy an evening with someone like yourself.” He grinned. “Don’t let that ale get too hot. When the bubbles are gone it changes taste completely.”
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 11, 2018 22:51:23 GMT
"I can't drink strong drinks quickly," she confided. "And not only because it's not ladylike. But the taste isn't bad. I prefer it to most wines I've tried. But I imagine you know a lot ablut ale and wine?"
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 11, 2018 23:00:48 GMT
He laughed. “It is my reason for being. A tavern owner has to have an intimate knowledge of alcohol if he wants to make a good living.” He was impressed despite himself that she liked the bitter ale. “I had no idea you were so adventurous.”
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Post by The Terror on Dec 11, 2018 23:05:11 GMT
The red priest wanders nearby. They can see the crowd's reaction to him, long before they see him. Like smoke signalling a fire.
Eventually, they can hear the short man laughing as well, speaking loudly in several slave tongues. It seems though the entire tavern takes suddenly takes a break simultaneously, and no one minds. Such is the clamor to greet the red priest.
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 12, 2018 18:16:01 GMT
"He seems popular," Micaela observed. "I'm curious about this new religion. Fire's pretty crucial to life, and it's especially relevant to dragonriders. I wonder if the red priests know anything about dragons. Do you think we should speak to him?"
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 12, 2018 18:21:46 GMT
Jonarth shrugged. “He seems busy but why not?” He asked. He looked about. “I don’t know what he would think about dragons. Respecting the fire and fearing the fangs would make sense to me. I imagine we burned a few thousand of them alive back in the old days.”
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Post by Micaela Vaenys on Dec 12, 2018 18:30:46 GMT
"Probably, but sometimes I think that a fire god is exactly the sort of god a dragonrider should pray to. I was raised with the gods of Valyria but they seem so far away, with Valyria a ruin. Perhaps it's time for a new god. But then again, I like to learn new things."
She smiled. "And better a popular priest than a doom and gloom sort."
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Post by Jonarth Dabrezzio on Dec 12, 2018 18:35:00 GMT
He grinned back as he rose to go talk to the strange foreign priest. “I prefer the doom and gloom ones,” he said. “Their followers drink and carouse more. What use is gold if everything is at its end, after all?” He looked at her as they headed over. “Besides, the dragons are back. Valyria will love again.”
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