<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/c1/74/f6/c174f682878b41e087f4956ea9839eb2.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Halaster Mahngda<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Kings Landing/Silk St.<br/><hr/><br/>Halaster glared at the man through the lace and thin wood window of his carriage. He could have reached in with no problem and strangled the pompous ass before anyone had a chance to move, let alone stop him. The streets were crowded however and a lone Ironborn in Kings Landing stood little chance of getting away with open murder. His blood got even hotter when he saw that the arrogant noble had stiffed him on the agreed pay. Squaring off with the carriage as it road away he growled a deep  menacing way. The heat turned cold as it always did though. Mumbling under his breath he smiled. It wouldn't be seen as amusing to any sane person however, this was a smile of vengeful determination "Oh this dog Will have his day you fat fuck."<br/>He had earned a name among his people and that name was then learned by others, Howling Halaster. Named for his wolf like howl once he had his prey where he wanted them. Turning in place he shouldered a peasant to the ground as if he had brushed against a blade of grass and made his way to the nearest pub. He had a powerful thirst from to many days on the road and he needed music to get the tin twang of the nobleborns voice out of his head. A woman would be nice too but he doubted they had any in this soft city up to the challenge. Storming in to the pub he scanned the room with disdain then went to a table. Setting down he kicked back the table a few feet to prop his feet up on it and barked out "Bring me some damn ale!"<br/>It was nicer than most places he had been in the north or back home. The inns and pubs along the road were little more than shitty cottages. This one had room and more than one choice behind the bar.<em>Good,</em>he thought. Better to sooth my mood.<br/>