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Post by Urron Greyjoy on Sept 25, 2013 17:12:10 GMT -5
"We'll give them to the Drowned God and burn the rest to ash." He let out a loud laugh, clearly enjoying the idea as well.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 25, 2013 17:17:28 GMT -5
"I knew there was a reason I liked you Nuncle." Viea laughed with him.
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Post by Urron Greyjoy on Sept 25, 2013 17:23:06 GMT -5
"It's my dashing good looks, isn't it?" He smirked again before waving one of his crewmen over. "Round up the others, we're heading out tonight."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 25, 2013 17:29:23 GMT -5
"Naturally." Viea answered, putting her head in her hands and saying something unidentifiable.
"Good fun Nuncle. What is dead can never die."
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Post by Urron Greyjoy on Sept 25, 2013 17:35:51 GMT -5
He nodded briefly at her, not seeming to notice the behavior again. He stood, finished his second flagon, and let out a quiet sigh. "It will be good to be at sea again. Too many days on land weaken any man."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 25, 2013 17:39:29 GMT -5
"I agree. It makes me want to stay on the sea forever." She said. "If not for needing to stock up I think I would."
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Post by Urron Greyjoy on Sept 25, 2013 17:42:34 GMT -5
"That's the benefit of the pillage; we can take what we need from the town, with months away from our own port." He pat the battleaxe at his waist and took a slow glance around the hall. "Best make ready. I'll see you when we return, good luck on your own voyage."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 25, 2013 17:48:22 GMT -5
She tipped her drink to him.
"May the winds be in your favour."
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Post by Urron Greyjoy on Sept 25, 2013 19:24:39 GMT -5
He departed the keep quickly and made his way to his ship.
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