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Post by Gregor Corbray on Aug 10, 2012 14:28:18 GMT -5
Proudly located near the center of the city on a rise overlooking the river.
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Aug 10, 2012 14:29:27 GMT -5
After navigating the numerous crisscrossing streets Gregor enters the Swooping Peacock and asks after Lord Redwyne.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 10, 2012 15:54:23 GMT -5
The barman looks at Gregor,"He is in his private dining room, may I ask who you be?"
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Aug 11, 2012 12:25:10 GMT -5
"I am Gregor Corbray, a messenger from Maester Lymon. I do not wish to interrupt Lord Redwyne's meal. I will wait until he is finished if that would please his lordship." Gregor said then looked for a chair to sit and wait in.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 11, 2012 12:33:09 GMT -5
The inn was full of empty chairs.
The innkeeper walked from the room.
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Aug 11, 2012 14:01:28 GMT -5
Gregor took a seat in the nearest chair then rubbed his hands together looking around the room as he waited to hear from the innkeeper.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 11, 2012 15:04:03 GMT -5
The Inn keeper came back and said, "He will see you in there."
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Aug 11, 2012 17:16:35 GMT -5
Gregor stood then straightened his tunic. It was one of the few that he possessed without ink stains. He followed the innkeeper to the private dining room. Taking a deep breath he exhaled and walked into the room.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 11, 2012 17:43:24 GMT -5
Lord Jonas sat at the table eating. He looked up at Gregor bored.
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Aug 11, 2012 17:54:32 GMT -5
"My apologies lord, I did not wish to disturb your meal." Gregor said apologetically with all sincerity. "Maester Lymon sent me on behalf of the Hand of the King. I am to arrange for the delivery of the eight crates of wine from the year of his majesty's birth. Lord Hightower feels this festival will be a fitting time to enjoy this special vintage." He finished then waited for Lord Redwyne's response.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 11, 2012 18:00:49 GMT -5
Jonas said, "Go on."
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Aug 11, 2012 21:05:33 GMT -5
Gregor nodded then spoke "I was told you have eight crates of this special vintage from the Arbor set aside for this auspicious occasion. The King will be most pleased to learn they are from the year of his birth." He smiled then paused a moment to clear his throat.
Gregor continued "His lordship wanted to ensure that they would be delivered in time for the festival. Are they already here with you in the city?" He asked expectantly then waited for Lord Redwyne's response
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Post by The Smith on Aug 12, 2012 10:50:38 GMT -5
Jonas leaned back, "They are not. Still back on Redwyne."
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Post by Gregor Corbray on Aug 13, 2012 12:33:38 GMT -5
Gregor thought for a moment before responding. Redwyne would have supported the Tyrells therefore Lord Redwyne would have no love for the King or for Lord Garnett. "Do you intend to have them delivered in time for the festival my lord?"
Gregor knew Lord Garnett would be displeased and his displeasure would extend to Gregor since Maester Lymon gave him the task of acquiring the crates of wine.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2012 13:26:05 GMT -5
Redwyne said, "Of course." He sipped his wine.
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