We hear they have a backroom where orgies take place...and we want to participate! First we drink some alcohol at the bar, a lot of guys checking us o...t...We go to the little girls room and when we come out we see another door at the end of a long hallway. There is a screen hanging above the door and a sexy male guard stands in front, only dressed in a black bowtie and a tight black boxershort. We are too curious and decide to go and have a look. As we approach it is clear to see on the screen. Even the walls have ears, as they say. So do little birds. I hear that the Hand has been very busy in that manner of late. More so even than the Spider,” Ser Jorah casually noted.“Aye, I’d say so. The Master of Whispers was many things, even ruthless, but he doesn’t hold a candle to the likes of Qyburn. So, yes, caution’s the word of the day, I’d wager. Here, let’s get us another ale, shall we, maybe some meat or at least a bowl of brown and some bread?” the septon kept up his gossip.“Don’t ask. Now all he had to do was wait for this guard to come outside for one of his cigarette breaks.He did not have long to wait. The guard came out and lit a cigarette. While the guard was not obviously armed, Juris took no chances. Using his ability to remain unseen, he slowly moved up to the guard, and slugged him with a blackjack.Juris caught the guard as he was falling, and carried him into the house. He took out the plastic ties he had brought, and quickly secured the guard after relieving him. For about one hundred rotations, which is all it took them to hand in their notice and sign back up with the centre. It was the same with their assistants/retainers. I rather suspect this sent Ujuna off the deep end for a while as her ploy to deprive us of Healers seemed, for her, to be a winning hand, unless, of course, you knew what the actual rules of employment that Healers worked under were. They were, essentially, under the same rules as me; hence they were self-employed free agents, not.