(123-02-05) Fish at the Quill
Fish at the Quill
Summary: The Bullfish encounters a sellsword and a baker - and receives an unexpected piece of cherry pie!
Date: 05/02/2016 (Date of play)
Related: None.

Quill and Tankard - Hightower And Citadel

This is the common room of the Quill and Tankard, that famous Oldtown Inn that has never closed in five hundred years. The building is a noble old half-timber structure with plastered stone between the enormous old black beams. It sits on a small rock of an island at the edge of the Honeywine River, and is accessed by a little footbridge, or by water-taxi.

Rivermen and seamen, smiths and singers, priests and princes, Lords and sellswords, travelers both noble and small, and the novices and acolytes of the Citadel - all come for a taste of the fearsomely strong apple cider that makes this inn so beloved by Oldtown's people. There is a pleasant buzz of chatter, cups and tankards being filled and refilled, and general laughter.

The fire in the hearth allows for a merry glow and a comfortable warmth from Oldtown's breezy, misty cobblestone streets. Benches and tables offer places to sit, and there is a deliciously toothsome smell in the air of food from the back.

Audra enters with a basket on her arm and a guard at her side. Well, company anyhow in the form of someone who isn't a baker. She greets the bar staff with a cherry-red smile and makes her way to the kitchens. "Got your evening trenchers and desserts here, loves," she proclaims. The scent of fresh baked pastry floats around her like a perfume.

"Oi! Mistress Audra!" Violet calls out and waves when she hears hear voice. She's seated at a corner table with a mug of ale.

Jorgan holds the door for the baker, making no secret of taking in the view as he follows her in. "See, told you my luck was good," he says, grinning first at Audra then Violet. "Couple ales, for me 'n my new friend here," he calls out cheerfully.

Violet sees Jorgan and grins. "What, no ale for me, then? I'm wounded, ser, wounded."

Audra settles in at the table with a larger cherry pie to share and small plates. She pulls a knife from a fold in her skirts and slices it for the other two. "Ser Jorgan was my lucky charm at the dicing tables tonight," she says to Violet. "So a tankard in celebration."

"Oh, at we friends, too, now?" Jorgan teases as he makes his way to the table. "I had something else in mind for ya, but if it's ale you want, fine, two!" The last is called over his shoulder as he sits down.

Shortly after the pair of the baker and the sellsword another group enters, a man clad in fine clothes, in the colors of red and blue, a bit of negligent stubble apparent on his visage that is moderately handsome and emanating the confidence of a nobleman. The two men in his company retainers obviously, armed, as is the man himself. His grey-blue eyes flit over the common room, lingering perhaps for a moment on Violet. But she is approached by other company, and so he hovers about for a moment before he decides to sit down at another table, murmuring an order for wine to the serving wench - who will receive a good-natured slap to her behind as she moves off.

Audra gives a good natured laugh as their lady companion goes about on her business. "We're going to waste an entire pie on just the two of us? For shame," the baker says. "Freshly baked and all." She gives a little laugh and turns in her seat to look at Thaddeus and his men. "I'd offer to give his lordship a taste of my pie but he may take the invitation the wrong way," she jokes to the sellsword.

"And you think I won't?" Jorgan jests, chuckling before casting a glance towards aforementioned nobility. "Can always share with the girls here," he suggests with a wink. "Bet they'd like some of the pie, too," he adds.

Audra smirks at Jorgan. "The girls here know what my pies are like. And they're existing customers. Him, on the they hand…"

But the 'him' in question catches the conversation and Audra gives him a pretty smile. "Goodwife Audra, lady-baker at one of Oldtown's finest bakeries. I'd be happy to give you a taste, m'lord. Of this pie." She laughs at the last and cuts a healthy slice of the fresh cherry pie to offer him. She also cuts a piece for herself and Jorgan though smaller.

Jorgan chuckles, his response cut off by the approach of the nobility. "Ser Jorgan of Lannisport, m'lord," he introduces himself, nodding his head with the introduction. Reaching out, he slides one of the slices towards himself, but refrains from setting to it quite yet.

"Thadeus Tully, of Riverrun," said lord is quick to reply in that confident and slightly haughty tone offered to smallfolk. It is just a hint, and not too obtrusive to let him come off as a completely disagreeable person when dealing with commoners. Well, the other commoner got even a smile from him. Brows jump upwards at the generously offered piece of pie, and the Tully accepts. "You are very kind, goodwoman," he offers as he accepts the pie with slightly surprised bewilderment. But then… it's a pie, and it looks and smells tasty. The sellsword's introduction is accepted with a slight lift of a brow, followed by a nod. Before the Tully takes a seat at the table beside that of the pair. "You've recently arrived at Oldtown, Ser?", Thadeus inquires casually, shooting Jorgan a curious glance.

Audra falls quiet as Thadeus address Jorgan. She continues to smile with lips as bright as the slice of cherry. She bows her head politely and has a bit of her own while listening.

Jorgan clears his throat, sitting up straighter as he's addressed, though the movement is more prideful than nervous. Can one swagger while sitting? "Not two days ago, m'lord," he answers. "Came over with a trader outta Bitterbridge," he specifies.

"And how do you like Oldtown so far?", Thadeus continues with his casual attempt at a conversation, while he tries some of the pie, grey-blue eyes focusing on Ser Jorgan. His tone shows a hint of curiosity, and the glance he shoots his retainers encourages them to get settled as well. Somewhere not too close. The baker woman will receive a smile and some praise. "This is the best cherry pie I have enjoyed… You have a shop here in Oldtown, if I'm not mistaken?" Question. Or a rather bold statement, of knowing each and every commoner residing in this town.

Audra cuts two smaller pieces which she offers to his men. "Aye, m'lord," she replies with a touch of pride. "I'm wedded to Master Terris, owns the bakeshop of the Shambles." The largest of the bakeries in town and one of the more prosperous. It's reflected in her fine jewelry and rich linen gown in grey and green. The bosom is a bit lower cut than most good wives wear but still respectable.

Jorgan relaxes slightly, leaning against his elbow on the tabletop. "Like it alright so far, m'lord. Folks I've met have all been friendly enough," he answers before taking a large bite of his own pie, giving Audra a nod and smile as he chews.

Thadeus nods to Audra's words of explanation. "Aye, I'm sure I've heard about the place." The serving wench returns with the requested goblet of wine, and the Tully sends her away, with another of those casual swats he administers with a smirk. Oh, but this time that smirk may dim slightly as he leans back in his seat, his gaze brushing Audra and the sellsword. "You are in someone's service, Ser Jorgan of Lannisport?", he inquires then, curiously.

Audra enjoys her ale and her pie, speaking only when addressed. She leans back in her chair, glancing between the two men with casual interest.

Jorgan washes his mouthful of pie down with a swallow of ale before answering. "Nobody specifically, m'lord. I've found myself traveling more often than not lately," he admits. "Mostly between Lannisport, Bitterbridge, and King's Landing."

"So you are a man of no given loyalties, ser?", Thadeus inquires with a raised brow, before he takes another bite of the pie, his smile deepening as he indulges in the taste. His tone remains casual. And he washes some of the pie down with a good sip from his goblet of wine.

Audra laughs at some inner thought she doesn't voice to the pair. "Pardon," she begs with a grin, taking a quick drink of her ale.

"To His Grace, o' course," Jorgan answers quickly enough. "But if yer askin' if I've taken anything by way of oaths beyond those in the sept… Well, can't say I have, m'lord." He takes another swallow from his ale, casting a glance over at Audra and raising an eyebrow.

The information is received with less dramatic reaction than Jorgan may have expected. "I see," Thadeus Tully says, with a smile, before he downs the cup of wine - a thirsty Bullfish indeed, on this eve. A sigh then, as he puts down the goblet onto the table, his gaze drifting to a servant who enters the Quill and Tankard with an expression that speaks of dire news long before a word can express such. The news is given in a murmur into the Tully's ear, who shifts just so as to take in the information. A faint nod there, a flicker in his gaze, before he moves to stand. "Mistress Audra. Thank you for the pie… I shall send for more of this soon, I would think. For a special occasion. For now… I bid you good eve." His gaze flits to Jorgan. "Ser." Then the Bullfish turns to leave - much sooner than he had planned, with his two retainers in tow.

Audra stands as he does and drops an artful curtsy. "I look forward to it, m'lord. Gods go with you."

"M'lord." Jorgan's parting word comes with a polite nod before he looks at Audra. "Not sure he likes me as much as he does you," he observes, taking the last bite of his pie.

"I'm prettier than you," the baker deadpans. "And I was laughing," she says to his unasked question, "because this is the first time in ages I sat near a nobleman and wasn't sliding my hand along his leg. It's a nice change."

"Well, yer right about that," Jorgan agrees, glancing at her charms and grinning. When she explains, the grin becomes a laugh. "Nobility gets to have all the fun," he mock-whines.

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