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A man approaches us just after our patrol today. His initial claim was that he has been assaulted. However, further questioning proved it to be nothing more than a minor bar exchange. A drink got spilled, a punch was thrown (by the man himself) and that was that. Hardly a matter for the Watch to investigate. If we started locking people up for bad manners, I'm afraid we would run out of cell space by lunch!
Braid-Man.His name was actually Hofgaer, but to me he will always be Braid-Man.I first saw him when I one day entered the Pony to seek out the company of Geirdrifa. He was one of his friends and introductions were made.
All sorts of people pass through the Prancing Pony.
Twas just blind luck that brought Damric Sarrell into the tavern at the same time as a young girl called Robynwen Alden.
Daughter of Damlan.
Damric was never father material, and neither, it seems, was Damlan, who had abandoned the girl at birth. Of course, it would be difficult to blame her father as he had only been sixteen years of age at her birth, Still a child himself. He was frightened, and left the child in good hands; those of her mother and grandparents.
Laying out one of her better thread-of-gold gowns and a pair of delicately embroidered slippers on her bed, Lyfrid began dressing herself in front of the horrendous mirror she kept in her private room at the Mercer Manor that sat high on the hillside in Arrowhaven. The petite woman liked fine clothing, shoes and jewelry and spent a good deal of the coins she earned from reading runes on those things. It would be fair to say, the Seer liked all the fine, tangible