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YADON MAEGYR
LOCATION: New King's Landing Open Market
TIME: Late morning (Pre-event)
INTERACTIONS: @DayDreamer - Visenya Mormont
It was unlike the First Sword of Braavos to venture into the unknown if he could've helped it. Besides, now that he had arrived, he had seen that it would have been a real shame not to devote some time to roam the streets of New King's Landing before all the business took his time away. That wasn't to say that the city he found himself in was satisfying in any aesthetically pleasing way. On the contrary, unlike Braavos and every other bigger city of Essos really, New King's Landing was dark and cold with only things that seemed necessary to survive. But it was a city nevertheless and an active one at that. It followed the road of effectiveness rather than beauty, and it wasn't necessarily a wrong choice.
In between talking to the commoners and exploring, Yadon found himself enjoying his little business trip somewhat more than expected. It had its charm. So much so that his followers were unnecessary to keep him company. The best of the best, young men were honored to accompany their master on a long journey west. But as much as that honor carried them, they understood that the man merely wanted company. Once the Tiger of Volantis required to venture alone, they did nothing to oppose nor protest.
Central Market was busy since the early morning hours, filled with all sorts, crowded and loud although he didn't seem to mind. After all, he still managed to grab a pack of freshly baked variety of bagels he now enjoyed while eyeing various goods spread out across the tables. While Essos proud itself on many fronts, including the food, Yadon liked said bagels more than the Essosi sorts.
Vibrant clothes fluttered as he made his way down the square, barely bothered to pay any mind to the prying eyes of the people surrounding him. He was aware of the vision he brought along when he stepped among the grey, dull crowd. To Westerosi, both noble and common, Yadon was a walking contradiction as their minds seemed not to comprehend or think past the limited perception of their continent. The bright colors and diverse materials presented a person of status higher than that of a commoner. Various accessories were that of a person with a taste for something unique and valuable. But his tattoos and his indigo-tinted hair were a sore sight, it seemed, for all the beauty his clothing represented.
It had subsided in the following days of his dwelling in the New King's Landing, however. The very first one or two days had to be the most entertaining ones. While the majority kept their comments and opinions for themselves, a handful would allow them to escape a bit louder. Of course, always safely hidden or able to flee. The two of his Swords had a busy time taking all the insults personally, and when the ignorance reached the point where they labeled the First Sword a queer courtesan, blades were drawn, creating quite frankly a whole lot of mess out of nothing. Perhaps it was among all of the reasons that the Braavosi chose to walk alone.
Somewhere along the way, the offers turned from foods and drinks to daily items, and then into a more interesting bunch. Grunts and throaty laughter of men replaced vibrant voices when he entered a row of diverse military equipment. Here, comments dropped his way were louder and more aggressive, but with an ever-growing number of guards around the area, none did anything more but comment or laugh at someone else's brazen thought. However, Ignoring helped a lot as they soon returned to their own business, unamused by the lack of reaction.
The area smelled strongly of metal and horses, and while there were plenty of offerers, there was a table in particular that caught his eye. The man seemed to be a crafter of his own, adding in his metalwork with all the other commonly found things he was selling. The blades were neatly arranged on the top. For once, he was generously invited to approach when the man became aware of his interest.
While he preferred thin blades, Yadon examined the heavy ones with the same enthusiasm that the man seemed to be liking. He praised the quality of some, which further encouraged the seller. The man followed Braavosi down the long table of goods and halted when Yadon stopped himself in front of a very diverse offer of daggers. Meticulously, but with respect, he took each he was interested in, examining the craftsmanship, the weight, shape, and other crucial parameters for a quality weapon.
Yadon remained fixated on one particular dagger of a thin, polished blade when a presence next to him caught his eye. At first, he had noticed their sword. A simple, heavy blade. Nothing impressive but fit for a job it was meant to do. Then he noted that the rest of the person certainly did not seem to be fitting the blade. Woman's stance and attitude as she browsed the armors alluded to more than a commoner or a mercenary. A single golden ring on her hand hardly resembled anything a commoner could own. And, in the end, as much as he paid it no mind, the fact that she was a woman in a place severely dominated by males was hopelessly intriguing to the First Sword.
While he was keeping to himself at a respectful distance, he glanced back down once more at the woman's blade before turning his attention back to the dagger.
"If you do not mind me saying, that sword of yours seems like it could use a bit more balancing." It was a casual, unobliging suggestion that he felt would have been a decently respectful conversation starter. "Of course, it is not my place to pry. It is merely a friendly suggestion," he smirked, flipping the needle-like dagger in between his fingers. It was an excellent piece.
LOCATION: New King's Landing Open Market
TIME: Late morning (Pre-event)
INTERACTIONS: @DayDreamer - Visenya Mormont
It was unlike the First Sword of Braavos to venture into the unknown if he could've helped it. Besides, now that he had arrived, he had seen that it would have been a real shame not to devote some time to roam the streets of New King's Landing before all the business took his time away. That wasn't to say that the city he found himself in was satisfying in any aesthetically pleasing way. On the contrary, unlike Braavos and every other bigger city of Essos really, New King's Landing was dark and cold with only things that seemed necessary to survive. But it was a city nevertheless and an active one at that. It followed the road of effectiveness rather than beauty, and it wasn't necessarily a wrong choice.
In between talking to the commoners and exploring, Yadon found himself enjoying his little business trip somewhat more than expected. It had its charm. So much so that his followers were unnecessary to keep him company. The best of the best, young men were honored to accompany their master on a long journey west. But as much as that honor carried them, they understood that the man merely wanted company. Once the Tiger of Volantis required to venture alone, they did nothing to oppose nor protest.
Central Market was busy since the early morning hours, filled with all sorts, crowded and loud although he didn't seem to mind. After all, he still managed to grab a pack of freshly baked variety of bagels he now enjoyed while eyeing various goods spread out across the tables. While Essos proud itself on many fronts, including the food, Yadon liked said bagels more than the Essosi sorts.
Vibrant clothes fluttered as he made his way down the square, barely bothered to pay any mind to the prying eyes of the people surrounding him. He was aware of the vision he brought along when he stepped among the grey, dull crowd. To Westerosi, both noble and common, Yadon was a walking contradiction as their minds seemed not to comprehend or think past the limited perception of their continent. The bright colors and diverse materials presented a person of status higher than that of a commoner. Various accessories were that of a person with a taste for something unique and valuable. But his tattoos and his indigo-tinted hair were a sore sight, it seemed, for all the beauty his clothing represented.
It had subsided in the following days of his dwelling in the New King's Landing, however. The very first one or two days had to be the most entertaining ones. While the majority kept their comments and opinions for themselves, a handful would allow them to escape a bit louder. Of course, always safely hidden or able to flee. The two of his Swords had a busy time taking all the insults personally, and when the ignorance reached the point where they labeled the First Sword a queer courtesan, blades were drawn, creating quite frankly a whole lot of mess out of nothing. Perhaps it was among all of the reasons that the Braavosi chose to walk alone.
Somewhere along the way, the offers turned from foods and drinks to daily items, and then into a more interesting bunch. Grunts and throaty laughter of men replaced vibrant voices when he entered a row of diverse military equipment. Here, comments dropped his way were louder and more aggressive, but with an ever-growing number of guards around the area, none did anything more but comment or laugh at someone else's brazen thought. However, Ignoring helped a lot as they soon returned to their own business, unamused by the lack of reaction.
The area smelled strongly of metal and horses, and while there were plenty of offerers, there was a table in particular that caught his eye. The man seemed to be a crafter of his own, adding in his metalwork with all the other commonly found things he was selling. The blades were neatly arranged on the top. For once, he was generously invited to approach when the man became aware of his interest.
While he preferred thin blades, Yadon examined the heavy ones with the same enthusiasm that the man seemed to be liking. He praised the quality of some, which further encouraged the seller. The man followed Braavosi down the long table of goods and halted when Yadon stopped himself in front of a very diverse offer of daggers. Meticulously, but with respect, he took each he was interested in, examining the craftsmanship, the weight, shape, and other crucial parameters for a quality weapon.
Yadon remained fixated on one particular dagger of a thin, polished blade when a presence next to him caught his eye. At first, he had noticed their sword. A simple, heavy blade. Nothing impressive but fit for a job it was meant to do. Then he noted that the rest of the person certainly did not seem to be fitting the blade. Woman's stance and attitude as she browsed the armors alluded to more than a commoner or a mercenary. A single golden ring on her hand hardly resembled anything a commoner could own. And, in the end, as much as he paid it no mind, the fact that she was a woman in a place severely dominated by males was hopelessly intriguing to the First Sword.
While he was keeping to himself at a respectful distance, he glanced back down once more at the woman's blade before turning his attention back to the dagger.
"If you do not mind me saying, that sword of yours seems like it could use a bit more balancing." It was a casual, unobliging suggestion that he felt would have been a decently respectful conversation starter. "Of course, it is not my place to pry. It is merely a friendly suggestion," he smirked, flipping the needle-like dagger in between his fingers. It was an excellent piece.
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