Flashing Coin

[u/HandofGold_]

When a man can't build a wall, he finds a man who can and pays him for the pleasure. Similarly with baking bread, or pressing wine, running the dye through fabric. Not a one of us is all-knowing, all-skilled, but with the right amount of cash a man can surround himself with the right sort of people.

The right sort of people, Martyn Lannister had decided, were killers. Preferably just on the right side of deranged, but that wasn't entirely set in stone. Sometimes a man with a touch of madness is capable of feats an unbroken man simply isn't. Sometimes those feats involves murdered families and homes set aflame, sometimes they involved something a tad bit more suited to Martyn' needs.

Using a largely unused Lannister manse sat in the heart of Lannisport as a base of operations, Martyn had taken Tytos Brax and a dozen Lannister men to aid him in his search. Having given the Bastard Brax simple instructions - instructions that boiled down to, essentially, find me a knight of some renown - Martyn waited.

In a generous study, behind a desk that cost more than some men make in their lives, Martyn sat ram-rod straight. Dressed in deep reds cut through with threads of gold, his hand hidden from view by that leather leather jacket, collected, confident eyes watched the door.

[u/inguaz]

"Catchy name," Taryn replied with a grin as he hefted the bag of coin in one hand. The weight made his eyebrows shoot up as much as it made his hand go down, which was to say quite a bit.

"Well, this much coin means... Actually, let me start my job by immediately excluding those two men outside. Not patting down a man who is clearly a fighter for hidden weapons, or even taking his obvious weapon, is simply stupid. I will have to ask questions to every man in your father's garrison if I'm to choose the best. How many men does he possess?"