002 A Dream of Spring

[theladyofwinterfell]

Who: Sansa Stark
When: throughout May
Where: Queen's Residence, around Draega + slums
What: Palate Cleanser & Street Rats for Influence, open prompt to commission sewing/clothing.
Warnings: TBD

( starters in comments )

Comments

[theladyofwinterfell]

I suppose so. I've kept the ledgers at Winterfell for the past two years and it seems that most of the incomes in a great house end up going back to the vassals in some way or another. There's repairs to be done, lands to tend. I guess that's giving it to those who need it, in a way.

( Sansa is imagining Molly with a sack of gold flinging coins at children and if this isn't the image he intends, she doesn't want to be corrected. )

And do you make great amounts of gold back home, Molly?

[mollymocked]

[That is roughly the image he intends. Children, performers, bartenders, shopkeepers... Gold for everyone.

He gives a low whistle, just thinking of the moment Bryce handed them all that money in Alfield.]

Not with the circus, but after that went south and I started doing mercenary work? Ohhh yes. I'd never seen that much money cross my path in one outing. I hadn't even considered that a person could make that much money just killing things that need killing.

[theladyofwinterfell]

An honorable sellsword? I've seen princes with no honor and bastards with more honor than a man could stand. I suppose there must be a few honorable sellswords about.

( Sansa hasn't ever met any but she imagines they must exist, those sellswords with limits on who they'd be contracted by. )