<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/tumblr_me4asuYZWE1qhunzyo1_500_zpsie79sa7g.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;">Name:</div></td><td>   </td><td>Boladyn Cerwyn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250871.msg12400393#msg12400393)</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;">Concept:</div></td><td></td><td>Human Fighter (Battle Master) - Bannerman to House Stark</td></tr><tr><td><div style="text-align: right;">Location/Time:</div></td><td></td><td>Day 001 | King's Landing</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Boladyn arched a brow as his cup was taken. In the grand scheme of how this stranger had let him down and inconvenienced him, stealing his drink was on the lower end, but not unnoticed. The woman told her story, Boladyn growing more taut and sitting upright more. He gave a glance over at the door before his gaze returned back to her. He could only laugh at the ridiculous story, a short chuff, "King's Landing really is a shit show, isn't it?" He leaned back again and shrugged his shoulders, "Sounds like we should leave."<br/><br/>He picked up his mug and found it empty, setting it back down with a grunt, "If they're after you, hopefully you didn't lose them. I can catch one and figure out what's going on -- since apparently fighting in the streets isn't an issue in this snake nest." He pushed himself up and gestured towards the door, "Lead the way back towards the dock. I'll stay a few paces behind you. Feel free to scream and gesture if you see one of them, I'm not asking you to let them get in close."