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[h2]Edwin Lysander, Master of Coin[/h2]
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Edwin descended from the castle keep into the grounds below with a single knight and a young servant following behind him, glancing around; The tourney that would soon come had brought people from far and wide. The ale would flow, the whores would be sore and the inns full... and there were always those who went slightly too far with their spending and left themselves bankrupt.

Harvest time for the moneylenders.

Edwin grinned just thinking about the gold that would flow into his pockets from this event- And he intended to place a few bets to augment that cash flow too. He could already hear the coins clinking as he counted them. And the king would be pleased when the treasury was full to the brim with shining stacks of gold.

He glanced over the crowd without a second thought, sorting through a few faces and taking notes of them. Maybe Ser Renault would be a good bet; a seasoned jouster who had unseated many opponents in his time. The payout would likely be low, of course; No, he wanted something... riskier. Ser Glenroy maybe; He might be able to do well so long as he didn't get drunk like he usually did before hand.

Hm. Maybe someone fresh, a younger knight; it would be Ser Stanley's first tourney, though Edwin had watched some of his practice and wasn't entirely convinced.

"Ser Bertram, who are you going to bet on?" Edwin asked the knight on his left, glancing to him. The large man paused for a few seconds before responding in a gruff voice

"The only way to win some games is not to play, my lord." The knight replied

"Oh but where's the fun in that? You are bore sometimes." Edwin said with a mock sigh, proceeding further down into the city below as he moved towards the tourney grounds.

"I'd bet if I had any money spare, my lord." The young servant said quietly, causing Edward to glance his way

"I'll cover the costs of one for you, gods know you've served well enough." Edwin replied with a small smile before looking onwards again.

"Why, thank you, my lord!" The boy cried in surprise before falling silent again as he realised that he had been perhaps too loud.

He paused in one of the squares, glancing towards a butcher's stall. He paused for a moment and moved towards it; Some nice venison would not go amis for his chambers tonight, he'd need something to eat as he went over the records. Speaking of such things, he'd have to collect that case of wine he had ordered on the way down to the tourney ground, though he'd need someone to carry it as he certainly wasn't interested in doing so and nor did he wish his bodyguard to be hindered. And then there was that meeting he would have to arrange later to deal with a not so small debt problem which was getting rather out of hand; He wasn't particularly fond of people trying to worm their way out of their debts. So many things to do at a time like this, people to meet and deals to settle and problems to solve.

The bets could wait, this gave him more time to work out what bet to make regardless.

He circled around and examined the stalk for a few moments, glancing over the assembled meats before looking up to the butcher "I'll take the chop from behind you." He said simply, placing a gold coin down on the counter and modding as the butcher hurriedly unhooked the meat and placed it into a small sack before offere ing it to the lord, who motioned to his servant. The young boy took the bag and quickly set off, already knowing what was expected of him.

The young lord paused for a moment and glanced around before his eyes game to rest on a rather boyish looking young woman. Too clean and well fed to be your average commoner but she certainly didn't look like a noble girl. Either way, she would definitely be fit enough to help him. He tapped her lightly on the shoulder to get her attention

"Do excuse me; would you care to help me carry something? I'll pay you well." Edwin said with a smile as he drew another gold coin from his pocket, holding it up in the air to illustrate his point before slicing it carelessly away again "It won't take too long, don't worry, I just need you to carry something from further along this square down to the tourney ground and you look strong enough to carry it without it bothering you too much."

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