#nymor:starter

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Where: The Gardens

Who: Open to anyone

Nymor was tired of speaking with the other nobles. He had been told that he was supposed to engage in some conversations, make his presence known so he didn’t come off as rude, but as soon as they learned he was a bastard, the tone of the conversation shifted. He would get judgmental looks and most would stop talking to him altogether. He decided to take a break from the whole thing and went out into the gardens, hoping to find a moment of peace. When he heard footsteps approaching, he took a seat on one of the benches. “Hello, are you taking a break from the crowd as well?” He asked, turning around to face the person with a smile. “It can be a little too much.”

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Where: The Red Keep

Who: Open to anyone

Nymor frowned as he took a sip from the ale in his hand. It was horrible, nothing like what he was used to drink back in Dorne. Did they not have dornish wine in the capital? He found that hard to believe. Was Nymor truly supposed to spend the entire time he was here drinking this excuse for a drink? He sighed as he placed the mug back on the table, reaching for some bread and taking some bites from it. The excitement of coming to a new place and meeting new people was starting to vanish, being replaced with feelings of sadness, Nymor was starting to feel homesick, he missed Dorne. He lifted his head when he heard footsteps approaching the table. “Good morrow.” He told her, nodding his head. “The food is not so bad … the drink selection though, leaves quite a lot to desire.” He mumbled, shaking his head.