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Post by The Smith on May 5, 2008 23:51:39 GMT -5
The Sea Lord sits at a table being prepped by his servants awaiting the arrival of Lady Royce.
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Post by The Smith on May 6, 2008 0:22:22 GMT -5
The Sea Lord nodded, and made the minimal gesutre of half raising from his seat. Planting back down he waved at the seat to his left, "I hope you do not mind, but Lord Villisander will be by with his date." He motioned and the servants began to offer her tray after tray of delicous looking food.
"How has your stay been so far?" he asked cordially.
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Post by The Smith on May 6, 2008 0:32:22 GMT -5
The Sealord nodded to her. "I heard you have been to Braavos before. When was that?"
As he finished the question Lord Villisander Meatrios entered with Tristeza Martell on his arm. He bows to the Sea Lord and pulled out a chair for the Dornish woman.
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Post by The Smith on May 6, 2008 0:38:42 GMT -5
"Callen Baratheon. I met him once, I hope you did not have to spend a great deal of time with the man. He enjoyed the sound of his own voice." The Sea Lord nodded to himself, and waved forward the servants who fill all their glasses with wine.
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Post by brigida on May 6, 2008 0:44:31 GMT -5
Tristeza was dressed simply, in a long white linen dress that had no sleeves or embelishments. Her hair was down, in its usual dark unruly curl. She acknowledged each of the diners through eyes that sparkled still with color, but ever less with enthusiasm. She greeted them both with a small, polite smile.
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Post by The Smith on May 6, 2008 0:46:11 GMT -5
"Maybe in Westeros, we are bred different in Braavos." The Sea Lord replied.
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Post by The Smith on May 6, 2008 0:48:22 GMT -5
Villisander laughed, and whispered loudly for every one to hear, "Not that different." He sipped from his cup of wine, and the way the wine sploshed down his coat it is plain that this is not his first drink of the evening.
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Post by brigida on May 6, 2008 0:50:13 GMT -5
Tristeza snickered at Villisander, lifting a napkin to his coat; he always brought a smile to her face.
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Post by The Smith on May 6, 2008 0:54:09 GMT -5
The Sea Lord nodded casting a dark look at Villisander, "Thank you. I will let the chef know your appreciation. I do not much care for the Targaryens I have met, so you are lucky I am not taking your last comment as an insult."
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Post by The Smith on May 6, 2008 1:04:03 GMT -5
Villisander laughed, "Are you expecting marriage, Lady Royce? Why you have barely met him."
The Sea Lord cast him a glance and then replied to Aranya, "Lord Nero is working on a counter proposal, it will be ready soon. He is the master of Trades in my house."
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Post by The Smith on May 6, 2008 1:23:40 GMT -5
"I had one thought. It was very rough though." The Sea Lord waved his hand, "No tonight, I just wanted to meet and greet our foreign visitor. Lady Aranya Royce is talked of even here."
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Post by The Smith on May 6, 2008 1:35:55 GMT -5
The Sea Lord inspected her.
Villisander leaned forward an asked, "Are all the rumors true, Aranya?" He spills more wine down his chest. "I heard one about you with two men and a donkey that I would for you to re-enact for me?
The Sea Lord's head cracked around and he yelled at Meatrios, "Shut your mouth!!"
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Post by brigida on May 6, 2008 1:41:53 GMT -5
Tristeza bit her lip comically as Villisander felt the force of the Sea Lord's fury. She remained reticent, and generally inconspicuous.
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Post by The Smith on May 6, 2008 1:45:07 GMT -5
Villisander laughed and looked at her, "I happen to have a long tail. The gods just saw fit to attach it too the front instead of the back." He giggles drunkenly, then turns and winks at Tristeza, "Would you like to see my tail, girls?" His hands move to his pants.
The Sea Lord shoots to his feet.
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Post by brigida on May 6, 2008 1:46:55 GMT -5
Tristeza took Villisander's hand promptly, and pressed into it a pear from the table; "Eat this," she said quietly to him, "It is a better use of your energy than speaking...and do keep both hands above the table." she whispered the last part into his ear.
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