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Post by The Smith on Nov 28, 2009 12:58:53 GMT -5
The man replied, "The priestess usually fill most men's needs in our cities."
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Post by Sam on Nov 30, 2009 22:51:13 GMT -5
Rodrick thanked the man and made to leave the palace.
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 30, 2009 22:53:09 GMT -5
On his way out, a man wearing a forked beard, green and yellow in color, which matches an attractive quilted doublet approaches and bows.
"Forgive me, but you are Ser Rodrick Baratheon are you not?" The man asks, with a furry arched eyebrow hooding a set of sparkling green eyes.
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Post by Sam on Nov 30, 2009 22:54:43 GMT -5
"Aye, I am he. Who asks?" Rodrick said, eyeing the man and his garb that seemed odd even for Lys.
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 30, 2009 22:58:01 GMT -5
"Norbad of Tyrosh, Ambassador to Lys," the man explains, bowing again.
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Post by Sam on Nov 30, 2009 23:00:35 GMT -5
"Should I ask how you know me, Master Ambassador? Or shall I merely ask how I may help you?" he asked with inclining his head.
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 30, 2009 23:09:50 GMT -5
"You may ask what it appeals to you to ask good ser," the man replies, "But as I understand, you are seeking to provide ships and sailors for the alliance against Braavos, is that not so?" The man asks.
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Post by Sam on Nov 30, 2009 23:13:36 GMT -5
"The Archon's man did not seem particularly interested in my brother's ships, though the offer of our aid against Braavos was made, yes. Steffon authorized me to lend the use of our ships, for the appropriate price," he added bluntly.
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 30, 2009 23:20:32 GMT -5
"I think you failed to reach accord with the Archon, because you do not understand him. We free cities have been under the thumb of the Braavosi for too long. We do not wish to find ourselves indebted to another foreign entity. That said, however, there are funds available to hire sellsails. An... employer... employee relationship is something more palatable to our people's tastes. We are Free cities, after all," the ambassador explains.
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Post by Sam on Nov 30, 2009 23:28:53 GMT -5
"What is the going rate for Sellsails?" he asked getting right to business.
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 30, 2009 23:30:35 GMT -5
"That is usually dependent upon the skill and notoriety, of the admiral commanding, but it is a stipend, plus booty... of course."
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Post by Sam on Nov 30, 2009 23:35:09 GMT -5
Rodrick nodded. "I am not not well known, but I can command at sea well enough. Twenty ships of Storm's End I can offer, under mine own command, to serve your alliance for a full twelvemonth. Do you intend to sack Braavos and make off with its treasures, or merely install a government more pliable to your own interests?"
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 30, 2009 23:37:21 GMT -5
The Ambassador cocked his head, "We are not in the habit of discussing long term political strategy with our sellsails," he smiled slightly, "But there will be plenty of plunder."
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Post by Sam on Nov 30, 2009 23:41:32 GMT -5
Rodrick laughed loudly. "Too true, my lord," he said holding out his hand. "My ships will be yours, if you wish for them, I can have them here in a fortnight if the winds are good."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 30, 2009 23:47:12 GMT -5
"Do not bring them here, Captain, that would serve no purpose. Instead they have need to go to Tyrosh, to join the remainder of our fleet. I will send a letter by courier ship to inform the High Admiral of your coming, and make the proper arrangements. Tyrosh is pleased to welcome you into our service."
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