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Post by The Smith on Aug 3, 2012 11:01:34 GMT -5
Maester Lymon summons Tully to his office.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 4, 2012 17:45:45 GMT -5
Tully arrives, dressed in simple unadorned roughspun wool. He bows.
"Maester Lymon," he says by way of greeting.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 4, 2012 20:17:23 GMT -5
"Come in Jothos. Have a seat." Lymon smiled at the young man.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 5, 2012 2:20:47 GMT -5
Jothos nods and seats himself, brushing an errant lock of dark hair away to the side of his forehead.
"What do you require of me? Have I done wrong?" he says, although his face betrays confidence that he has not.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 5, 2012 14:04:12 GMT -5
"No you have not." Lymon replied, "I was just curious as to how you were fairing."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 6, 2012 12:41:00 GMT -5
Tully stuck his bottom lip out and rolled his eyes upwards thoughtfully, tipping his head from side to side.
"As reasonably as can be expected, I suppose," he mused. "I feel confident in myself and the direction I am taking in life. I appreciate the quality of education and training I am receiving here. I feel perhaps it would serve me well to see a little more of the world, but for now I am content."
He looked a little confused.
"Is that all you called me here for? An informal little check on my wellbeing?" He tone was inquisitive rather than accusatory.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 6, 2012 17:39:59 GMT -5
"It is my duty to check up on the all under my charge." Lyon replied, "I like to know what is happening when I am not around."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 7, 2012 12:37:20 GMT -5
Jothos nodded.
"Well you need not worry on my behalf Maester Lymon. May I be excused?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 7, 2012 13:41:56 GMT -5
Lymon asked, "Why are you in such a hurry to leave Jothos?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 7, 2012 17:02:09 GMT -5
"Hurry? I am not in a hurry as such, oh no. It is simply... that I have things to do Maester."
He licked his lips and fidgeted.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 8, 2012 8:15:07 GMT -5
"Are you uncomfortable son?" Lymon asked.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 8, 2012 11:15:18 GMT -5
"Not at all maester," Tully says, catching himself and remaining still.
His shoulders slump slightly and he exhales.
"Well maybe a little," he admits. "I just find these discussions a little awkward. We both know that I don't get along well with everyone here. I do not consider it an issue, but I have an inkling that you will. Can we leave it at that?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 8, 2012 11:58:22 GMT -5
Lyman smiled, "Jothos... I want you to try and form a team for the Treasure Hunt."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Aug 8, 2012 14:07:01 GMT -5
Jothos nodded.
"I can do that. I'm sure Gregor, and probably Lara, would be game. Would that suffice?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 8, 2012 14:15:04 GMT -5
"I want to be the leader, and you will need one more person for your team. I think it good to stretch and try to be more then what you are." Lymon said.
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