[D3 LM] Valar Morghulis: Lyonel Baratheon vs. Leo Tyrell

[Talieas Corbray]

As the air calmed Tal nudged his friend. "Come, let's get a drink Ywain. I don't think we'll be jousting today after all this."

[Rahvin]

As the grim discovery of Lord Tyrell's fate was made, the Dornish woman watched from the shadow of the stand, a slight smile on her face.
Water dripped down her face as she turned away from the lists, disappearing into the city of pavilion tents.

Derrick, Kevan Dunn, Ywain Kestrel, and Talieas Corbray each earn 1 Glory for their house.
OOC: I won't be locking this thread; feel free to play through until your own exits.

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

As the air calmed Tal nudged his friend. "Come, let's get a drink Ywain. I don't think we'll be jousting today after all this."

"No, likely not. Let's go get out of all this then," Ywain said giving one quick look at the foreign swords he had gathered up in his hands. "Have a decanter brought over while we do that. It is thirsty work."

[Talieas Corbray]

"Aye, that it is."

He would call up a servant at the first opportunity to put in the order. For the time being it was back to the prep area to remove harnesses and plate.

"You really bashed him down. Were you envisioning the melee?" Tal teased yet also complimented as they went.

/ Exit

[Ser Ywain Kestrel]

Ywain followed behind his friend. "Eh, well, in a way I suppose. I think that is going to be my best chance at anything this tourney. I was just trying to get 'im to stay on his ass..."

/exit