<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 Cerweyn (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/>King's Landing was a terrible place to visit, and Boladyn could only imagine how bad it would be to live there. Everything seemed crowded and noisy, everything smelled and everybody seemed sad or angry. The increasingly large stay at the Gilded Bride allowed them to see many people passing through, even if they really only wanted to see their one contact. The cost of the stay was becoming more and more daunting, especially since they were paying for a sense of 'luxury' that the Northerners weren't feeling from the place. Every day they were forced to wait made him feel more and more like they were being toyed with, and his own perceived arrogance of the merchant made him dread the negotiation even more.<br/><br/>He eventually sent orders for most of the support staff to head back to Castle Cerwyn. Only a pair of them were kept to ensure that the furs and timber were in top shape, to look their best for the sale to come. Half of the Axes were sent home with them to ensure the support staff was safe on the road. He tried to offer a plan for them to leave 'casually' and not all at once, some effort to preempt if this was part of the plan before somebody tried to ambush and rob them, even if he he hadn't knew how to counter that.<br/><br/>While the remaining Axes were guarding the stash, the two support staff were sent out to try to track down this merchant -- or at least confirm whether or not he was dead. No point in waiting for a dead man after all. Boladyn himself went out in search of some supplementary income; not against hard labor, and partially glad for the distraction.