<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/2d69718a-47c9-43ea-a84c-c61d2bdbcff5_zps9a8817f2.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Claude Lian (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=198161.msg9698994#msg9698994)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Seedy Tavern, King's Landing<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open<br/><hr/></div>Claude had intended for King's Landing to be his first of many stops in his travels through Westeros. The central capital of the Seven Kingdoms proved to be the easiest way to acclimate into Westeros culture, and hide in plain sight. Even though he had left with enough wealth to keep him out of the slums, he found they were the ones most welcoming and most in need. Few people would bother asking about his Faith when he was helping them overcome injuries and maladies. Claude would like to think he was helping make their lives better; whether it was through medicine or buying a round of ale, but in a large city like King's Landing, it may have just been a drop in the bucket. He was given nice clothes when he left the Monastery, but they proved ill fitting for travel. Already, his fine clothes were getting dirty and frayed from wear.<br/><br/>He had only been in King's Landing for a couple of weeks, not long enough to be able to ignore that smell that permeated through the lower parts of the city. It seemed to be better in doors, and Claude slipped into a tavern in an effort to clear his head from the stench at the same time as he addled it with alcohol. A few people recognized him, he had a face and a lilt to his voice that was hard to forget. Most of the people that spent any time sober around him were usually thankful for his presence in fixing whatever ailed them. He made his way to the bar proper to order a drink, generously tipping in the process.<br/><br/>