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Alexander took in a deep breath of the warm air, then the sharp cold airs of Winterfell crossed his mind very different but this was very refreshing, throughout all of the places he had traveled to he never stepped foot in Kings Landing making today just that much greater, outside of the tournament. Riding behind his father one hand holding the reigns to his stallion, the other resting on the hilt of his blade, today gave Alex mixed feelings, this tournament could end horribly with some mad trap, but he also knew that it could be a beneficial opportunity, to create alliances that would eventually strengthen The North.
Tightening up on the reigns, gradually pulling back, frost began slowing down to a trot before completely stopping, dismounting his horse, he began giving the white Steed a few strokes along his back with his hand, before looking over towards Delta giving him a series of pats on the head. Hearing his father toss out orders he retained what was necessary, and responded with a simple nod before turning away, his father hated events such as this and knew Gawyn may be easy to anger, that being the case Alex made sure he wasn’t the one to do so. Strolling through the shops Alex couldn’t, and wouldn’t leave Kings landing without seeing a blacksmith or two, he had made sure to bring enough coin to cover his costs for fourteen days even though the tournament was set to only last seven, he would not leave with any regrets.
Smelling the scent of burning coals, and the sounds of clanging metal Alex knew he was on the right path, following his senses he found himself at bladesmith’s stand with a great line out front. Waiting in line for a good while he had finally made it to the front, to find a large man standing behind a table covered in blades. Scanning the table in silence, nothing catching his eye until he seen a set of throwing knives, with intricate designs, smooth finishing on every blade, not to mention how easily visible it was that they were forged from an excellent grade of metal, there was no way he was leaving without those knives.
“ What would you like for this set sir? I am comfortable with whatever your asking price is, but I am in a bit of a rush, but happy I waited through the line you had, the craftsmanship on these blades are remarkable, and I cannot allow myself to leave without them. “ Alex said sharply his hand resting on his coin pouch right next to his sword.
The Burly man opened his mouth letting out a low growl of a voice “ Give me three gold dragon coins and be on your way. ” the man said before noticing the wolf’s head that sat upon his sword. “ A Stark huh, must be some sort of royalty here for the tournament, give me two and share where you got them from and we’ll call it a deal, they come with leather belt sheathes also, by the way my name is Harvey! ” The man said handing over the blades.
Reaching in his pouch he pulled out four of the gold coins and dropped them in the man’s hand. “ Well then Harvey, you make your way too Winterfell and I promise there will be more where that came from. ” He said placing the blades along the left side of his belt, giving the man one last nod before heading back to meet with his father before everything got started.
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Tightening up on the reigns, gradually pulling back, frost began slowing down to a trot before completely stopping, dismounting his horse, he began giving the white Steed a few strokes along his back with his hand, before looking over towards Delta giving him a series of pats on the head. Hearing his father toss out orders he retained what was necessary, and responded with a simple nod before turning away, his father hated events such as this and knew Gawyn may be easy to anger, that being the case Alex made sure he wasn’t the one to do so. Strolling through the shops Alex couldn’t, and wouldn’t leave Kings landing without seeing a blacksmith or two, he had made sure to bring enough coin to cover his costs for fourteen days even though the tournament was set to only last seven, he would not leave with any regrets.
Smelling the scent of burning coals, and the sounds of clanging metal Alex knew he was on the right path, following his senses he found himself at bladesmith’s stand with a great line out front. Waiting in line for a good while he had finally made it to the front, to find a large man standing behind a table covered in blades. Scanning the table in silence, nothing catching his eye until he seen a set of throwing knives, with intricate designs, smooth finishing on every blade, not to mention how easily visible it was that they were forged from an excellent grade of metal, there was no way he was leaving without those knives.
“ What would you like for this set sir? I am comfortable with whatever your asking price is, but I am in a bit of a rush, but happy I waited through the line you had, the craftsmanship on these blades are remarkable, and I cannot allow myself to leave without them. “ Alex said sharply his hand resting on his coin pouch right next to his sword.
The Burly man opened his mouth letting out a low growl of a voice “ Give me three gold dragon coins and be on your way. ” the man said before noticing the wolf’s head that sat upon his sword. “ A Stark huh, must be some sort of royalty here for the tournament, give me two and share where you got them from and we’ll call it a deal, they come with leather belt sheathes also, by the way my name is Harvey! ” The man said handing over the blades.
Reaching in his pouch he pulled out four of the gold coins and dropped them in the man’s hand. “ Well then Harvey, you make your way too Winterfell and I promise there will be more where that came from. ” He said placing the blades along the left side of his belt, giving the man one last nod before heading back to meet with his father before everything got started.
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