First Debt

[debtfree]

[After Lysa Stark's little episode in the Vale, and finding himself summarily moved from the Tower of the Hand while he was injured, he had hoped not to wake up somewhere unexpected again for the rest of his life. Apparently that was too much to ask for.

There is the sound of banging through the journal as Tyrion kicks the door, trying to call a jailer's attention, not wanting to make a fool of himself by trying to open a doubtlessly locked door. When he speaks, his voice is almost mocking, with just a biting edge of sarcasm beneath it.]

I find that this is growing old. I don't mean to be ungrateful for the hospitality, it's only that I mustn't be away from King's Landing for too long or the whores all start despairing. It's a tragedy to let a pair of teats go to waste like that, you know, and I'm sure you don't want that on your conscience.

...Hello?

[When his usual patter is eliciting no response, not even a cursory yell to be quiet, he starts to lose the false humour from his voice, kicking the door again.]

Hey! HEY! Whatever my sister has paid you, I will double it. HELLO?

Comments

[debtfree]

I fear so.

Waking somewhere unintended is usually not a precursor for a feast in a man's honour.

[molotov]

Well, there is no feast, but lucky you, you are completely safe. You cannot even die here. Not permanently, at least.

[debtfree]

I should rather not die at all, impermanently or otherwise. And I have a large purse of gold that should assist in securing my safety.

[molotov]

Fortunately, any death is rare in Paradisa. It usually comes at the hand of some sort of monster. And your gold is worthless here. The currency is caisos.

[debtfree]

And what are caisos made of?

[Perhaps his stags wouldn't be any good, but gold could always be melted down and re-minted.]

[molotov]

[She produces a few from... wherever ladies that wear catsuits keep stuff, and hands them to him.] But money is practically meaningless here. It can be wished for.

Apologies for the late tag <3

[debtfree]

[How odd, this is like no money he's ever seen before. It's certainly no mint of Westeros.]

That sounds a rather interesting economy plan...

no problem <3

[molotov]

You can still use it to buy things in the town. But anyone else who lives in the castle has no need for it.

Which means you had better get good at trading favors.