[u][b][color=fdc68a]Vaz Varrako[/color][/b][/u]
The smell of sex and wine perforated the air of Vaz's tavern room. He awoke from his much needed slumber after last night to find his voluptuous friends still there. The three lovely ladies lay still asleep on him and on another. The jewels from the party last night were very much worth it, despite the fact he spent more of the money on whores than on food. [color=fdc68a][b]"Excuse me ladies but I need to be getting ready for work"[/b][/color], said as he gestured for the girls to leave. They scurried out leaving Vaz to acquire his effects and head out the door. 

Today was the day of the tourney, and since he couldn't take part in the melee Vaz figured now was as good a time as any to finally reveal himself to his future employer. That night in the Great Hall he had been listening very closely to the multitude of conversations within. Nobles wanting to kiss the ass of the king, others pouting over the king's choice of The Hand, but the conversation that interested him most was a plan to usurp the throne. Indeed Vaz knew that this was an endeavor not taken up by any random enemy of the throne. This was held by those with much power and with great power comes vast sums of gold. Gold that they would use to enploy individuals with skills capable of making their dreams of the throne reality. Fortunately for them Vaz was that sort of man and for a price he would make their dreams a reality...or not and simply run with the gold when things went south but he'd wait and see first. 

Arriving at the tourney he waited and watched for the conspirators he heard from the night before. At first he could see no one, too many faces in the crowd but then he spotted her. The Baraetheon girl, the one who was talking who Vaz believed to be Jakob Frey. Oh yes she had no love for the King, not after what his house did to the Baraetheons. Practically turned them into another House Frey and now the Baraetheons are another shit house after how far they've come. T'was a reality of this dangerous game they played and in truth the only winners were the ones who becomes king and the killers they hired who survived long enough. 

Vaz took a seat beside her and prepared to give the little speech he'd been practicing on hos way here. [color=fdc68a][b]"I never liked the tourney. Well not ones like these, they never include freeriders. I bet if I was in there I'd win come out on top without a single scratch on me. That is after all what I'm best at, fighting and coming out on top. And for a woman of your...conspiring interests I could be a great asset to you...for a price. Vaz Varrako: sellsword, bodyguard, assassin, spy, and drinking partner at your service"[/b][/color], Vaz was quite proud of himself. He didn't mess up at any point during that. If the girl was smart she'd hire him. Anyone who knew this information about her was dangerous, especially if the king were to overhear it.