[Day 7, LA] The sorrow goes away (Open)

[Dunstan Tullison]

After what is clear to everyone present is an impressive number of ladies of the night parading to the room a certain young Lord rented for the day in the brothel, Dunstan walks down, exhausted and drunk, and orders another bottle of wine. Two ladies sit around him, barely in any clothes at all, and they both look quite similar to a certain blacksmith's daughter.

Sadness caused by the unfortunate attack this morning and the bloodlust from the battle have not gone away just yet, but Dunstan sure as hell was not going to stop trying. It's a strange thing, how battle and saving young mistresses take over one's life, and than all mundane tasks seem terribly tedious. This brothel here sure made things more interesting to the young Lord.

"
You'll be my Lady of the Sheets"
Dunstan says to one of his whores, "
and you'll be my Queen o' Moans!"
he laughs and pours goblets of wine to all.

OOC: Dispersing the rumours, and well it's open to all.