Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26210095-20150825182959/@comment-26863727-20150828020419

Aelar and Daevor were sitting in a tavern, when a man dashed in, out of breath. "THE KING HAS DIED!!!" He yelled above the clamor. While everybody else more or less panicked, Aelar placed his hand on Daevor's shoulder. "Daevor! This might be the big break we've been waiting for, brother!" Aelar said. "What do you mean?" Daevor asked. "You know that we've been having trouble with finding jobs lately! If a war of succession breaks out, every claimant will be clamoring to get two of the best warriors in Westeros on their side! Come on, let's write a few letters to send to any claimants should a war break out." Aelar said.

The twin brothers slipped out of the commotion and headed to their small room. "Let's see here... it has to say who we are, and what we're charging. What will that be, hmm? Money, land, what do you think, Daevor?" Aelar asked as he pulled out some parchment, ink, and a quill.