— as cedric’s eyes moved from his companion’s face to the drink in his hand, he began to almost subconsciously begin to swirl the contents of the cup in his hand as he listened to the man’s story. he had no way of knowing whether the man was telling the truth regarding his heritage and roots, though cedric knew well enough that the man owed him no explanation for the truth. “from lys all the way to kings landing?” cedric asked curiously, raising his eyebrows as he finally was able to put a location to the accent that seemed to fall from the man’s tongue. offering the man a quiet chuckle, he cleared his throat. “well what a shame. i regret to admit i do not know much of lys, or essos itself, though i would say there are many other places i would rather call home than kings landing.” he made no effort to hide his disdain for the city whilst he was in kings landing himself; often referring to it as a shit hole of a city, and even worse among those of a lower social class. “dorne seems like the place to be for those of your occupation; they live a life much different to their peers across the rest of westeros. you could always find a place here, as i feel like any person could. you won’t ever have to worry of your clients wives storming into your establishment here.” he finished, the beginnings of a smirk etching across his features.
at the man’s question, cedric briefly wondered whether he ought to answer truthfully; with the events of the midsummer ball causing some tension, he thought it risky to inform a stranger who has no allegiance to nothing but gold coins of his identity. though at the end of the day, it was obvious enough where he was from; it was not hard to identify cedric as a reachman, just like the rest of his family. “well, in an ideal world i’d like to return home to the reach.” cedric spoke as he took a gulp of the wine from his wooden cup, shaking his head slightly. “though whether that is where i shall end up, after this is all over, is another matter entirely. we go where the winds want us to go … or politics.”
Nodding his head ever so slightly, “All the way from Lys to King’s Landing, though it is not as if I had much say in the matter. Well once I was old enough, I understood that I could leave whenever I wanted, but I have a very special skill set, I am wildly expensive, and I would not have been able to survive on my own in the city. So what I had more of was the illusion of choice.” Florian chuckled when his drinking companion said that there were so many superior places to live than King’s Landing, the two of them certainly agreed on that. “I certainly have saved enough that if I so wanted I could leave the city, but then I have to stop and consider all my poor, yet very wealthy clients, who would keep them so happy since their wives clearly cannot?” Nodding when he mentioned how Dorne would certainly be a better fit for someone of his occupation, and he need not worry of angry wives any longer. “Oh certainly, but part of me wonders if I would if my future holds staying here in Westeros, when I could return to Lys, the irony in the fact I left a bed slave, and am returning a freeman.” Chuckling, he shook his head again. “No, I have come to enjoy you Westerosi too much, you are all so amusing with your politics, and schemes. You’d be surprised to know what men whisper in your ear when they are in complete bliss.” Another chuckle left the prostitute’s lips.
Florian listened as the other explained how he hoped to return home to the Reach once this summit was all done, but the winds or perhaps politics could take them in another direction. So he was of a noble birth, Florian scanned his features trying to place him. A Redwyne? Maybe a Merryweather, or even a Hightower. Still Florian had deduced he was a second or thirdborn son, perhaps destined for a loveless marriage, or a life at the Citadel. Florian could not insult the idea of a highborn in a loveless marriage though, those were his best customers. “Tell me then friend, if the winds could decide where would you end up? And if politics? I imagine those paths end in two very different destinations.”
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