It seemed that one of the more popular first stops for people upon their arrival here was the local tavern, Le Gavroche. A perfectly weird blend of Westerosi and French, there's always a good drink to be had, some food, and a skeletal bartender wearing her own Westerosi vestiments.
But it's clear from the way she speaks she's from somewhere else entirely, the way her face seems to split in two as she laughs at a patron and hands him a shot. "Yes- The Grey Wind, drink up!" She tells him, before giving him a saucy wink and waltzing down toward where a new woman had come to sit.
"Ah! Bonjour, welcome to Le Gavroche- what is it that I can get for you? It's only me tonight I must apologize, my boyfriend is not here to help." She'd started using that word more and more, loving the modern language, and the implication. Robb was off with his siblings doing something, leaving Eponine to run her bar.
"We have much to drink- beers and ales and mead and wines, cocktails, and there is food as well, if you hunger!" She smiles, having no idea just who she is speaking to.
C, before Robb.
But it's clear from the way she speaks she's from somewhere else entirely, the way her face seems to split in two as she laughs at a patron and hands him a shot. "Yes- The Grey Wind, drink up!" She tells him, before giving him a saucy wink and waltzing down toward where a new woman had come to sit.
"Ah! Bonjour, welcome to Le Gavroche- what is it that I can get for you? It's only me tonight I must apologize, my boyfriend is not here to help." She'd started using that word more and more, loving the modern language, and the implication. Robb was off with his siblings doing something, leaving Eponine to run her bar.
"We have much to drink- beers and ales and mead and wines, cocktails, and there is food as well, if you hunger!" She smiles, having no idea just who she is speaking to.