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Post by The Smith on Jun 29, 2009 14:46:09 GMT -5
The farmer just collapsed to the ground. Weeping.
The only tracks that Talyn is able to find are from the farmer, and his wife, and child.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 29, 2009 14:49:24 GMT -5
Talyn snarled in frustration.
"He was probably gone before the poor man even left Harrenhal. He'd be long gone by now. Sons of bitches." Not sure what to do, Talyn put his hand on the young man's shoulder.
"I am sorry, it would seem they never meant to keep their word. But you'll have justice for this, some day, I promise."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 29, 2009 14:53:33 GMT -5
The man looked up with a reddened face and snarled, "Fuck you."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 29, 2009 14:55:09 GMT -5
Two men went forward to grab the man, but Thatcher gestured them away.
"You're entitled to that. I am sorry," Talyn said, "Let's go, We've work to do."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 29, 2009 14:56:29 GMT -5
The farmer stumbled back to stare into the door of his hut, and weep.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 29, 2009 14:58:02 GMT -5
Talyn led the Traitors' Sons away, feeling already ineffectual as a lord.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 29, 2009 15:00:13 GMT -5
The young farmer waited until they were out of sight, and then turned and walked away from the hut. No one could hear the merry tune he whistled.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 29, 2009 15:18:51 GMT -5
/////////////////////// Talyn returned to the chambers he shared with Kyma, and threw the heavy metal flail against the wall in frustration, where it clattered to the ground with a clash.
"Fucking got away! He always fucking gets away," He told her, slumping onto the edge of the bed.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 29, 2009 15:28:39 GMT -5
Kyma put down her needlework, and rushed over to him. She wrapped her arms around him, but said nothing.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 29, 2009 15:41:06 GMT -5
"Disappears some poor bastard's wife and kid, to deliver me a fucking note? Why do the Gods insist on rewarding his treachery and cowardice, time after time after fucking time." Talyn growled, before recognizing his wife's touch and hugging her back.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 29, 2009 15:44:32 GMT -5
"There are no gods." She buried her face into his hair, "The world only has you to protect it. So get off your ass, and kill the evil man." She kissed him, "And we will be so proud of you."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 29, 2009 15:53:00 GMT -5
"Well that wouldn't be a problem if I could find the miserable cocksucker." Talyn replied. "But i've got nothing to go on."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 29, 2009 15:56:30 GMT -5
Her hand ran down his cheek, and she kissed his head again. "You will. You tamed this dragon, you can do anything. We will figure it out. What does he want?"
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Post by The Flint on Jun 29, 2009 15:59:51 GMT -5
"Control, he says." Talyn replied, showing his wife the letter. "always control."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 29, 2009 16:03:12 GMT -5
Kyma red it slowly, "How can he gain it? You are a better man then he in every way. What is his plan?"
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