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Post by Horas on Sept 7, 2013 15:10:59 GMT -5
"My younger brother, Ser Malcolm, is the Knight of the Bloody Gate. He recently knighted his last squire for bravery against the clans." Some men would want their sons squired to pageant knights who did nothing more dangerous than compete in tourneys; Bayard wagered that his goodfather was not such a man. "We would be honored to have young Quenton in the Vale."
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Post by Sam on Sept 7, 2013 15:40:24 GMT -5
Ser Martyn nodded. "I have not met the Clansmen in battles, but I have heard them to be a worthy foe if allowed to fight on their terms. I can think of few better places for a boy to be trained in the ways of chivalry than the Vale of Arryn. Young Quenton will learn much from Ser Malcolm, I am sure." He extended his hand to shake, somewhat awkwardly, and he looked at Lord Royce's servant unsure how this worked.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 7, 2013 16:09:32 GMT -5
Oswyn nodded in return to his baseborn brother. He had never been as close to Martyn as his other siblings, questions due to childhood ignorance wondering while he was heir yet Martyn was older, likely having driven a wedge between them early on. Martyn's severe nature certainly hadn't helped the matter. Nonetheless, he respected his brother due to the service rendered to their house and felt more on even footing now due to having his own spurs.
He listened to the exchange between Lord Bayard and Ser Martyn in silence, knowing he had done well in initiating the matter.
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Post by Horas on Sept 7, 2013 18:26:45 GMT -5
Ser Martyn nodded. "I have not met the Clansmen in battles, but I have heard them to be a worthy foe if allowed to fight on their terms. I can think of few better places for a boy to be trained in the ways of chivalry than the Vale of Arryn. Young Quenton will learn much from Ser Malcolm, I am sure." He extended his hand to shake, somewhat awkwardly, and he looked at Lord Royce's servant unsure how this worked. The foreign servant gave Martyn an irritated look, but dutifully said something in his tongue. Bayard held his hand out -- a bit to the left, but after Martyn corrected, the two shook. "Then it is done. Inform Quenton, and he will travel back to the Vale with my party." |
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 7, 2013 18:28:17 GMT -5
Sain looked up to see who it was and smiled. "Lothar, it's good to see you." he remembered the request and quickly poured him a drink. "What have you been up to here in King's Landing?" "What else does a Lord Paramount do in Kings Landing, but talk politics and alliances with other Lord Paramounts and notables. We greet our peers, we talk our talk and little is resolved or decided." replied Lothar with a wry smile. A faint tone of sarcasm entered his voice. "It is a merry dance." |
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Post by Sam on Sept 7, 2013 18:54:06 GMT -5
The foreign servant gave Martyn an irritated look, but dutifully said something in his tongue. Bayard held his hand out -- a bit to the left, but after Martyn corrected, the two shook. "Then it is done. Inform Quenton, and he will travel back to the Vale with my party." "I will tell him," Martyn replied. "My lord father will be pleased," he added, with a rare smile. Lord Baratheon made hid way over at this point. The serving wench had made her way someplace else, and he'd replaced the chicken with a large tankard of ale. |
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Post by Horas on Sept 7, 2013 19:01:35 GMT -5
Bayard's servant notifies him of Lord Baratheon's arrival. "Lord Sammael. It seems your son will be travelling to the Vale to squire for my brother. Perhaps a celebratory drink is in order?" Royce smiles, though he doubted that his goodfather ever needed much of an excuse for a drink.
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Post by Sam on Sept 7, 2013 19:06:36 GMT -5
"As good a cause to celebrate as any," Lord Baratheon said. His words were clear, and though he spoke in a soft tone none struggled to hear him. Lord Royce got the impression that much of his boisterous behavior was a facade, disguising a more calculating mind than one might expect. The Lord of Storm's End drank deeply from his mug, and then looked up at the King's table.
"The Tyrells are too close to the crown already, I cannot say I like this marriage much," he said even more quietly.
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Post by Horas on Sept 7, 2013 19:20:45 GMT -5
Bayard is handed a drink, and takes a small sip. "Perhaps there are better places to discuss such things," Lord Royce states calmly. The walls had ears in the Red Keep, it was said, and failing that the partygoers certainly did.
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Post by Sam on Sept 7, 2013 19:43:27 GMT -5
Lord Baratheon shrugged; a meaningless gesture to a blind man, but one borne of habit. "Indeed, you are right. Another time, and in another place, perhaps."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 7, 2013 20:14:56 GMT -5
Lord Bayard feels a small tugging at his sleeve. "Father..." his son begins to speak, peering up at Lord Baratheon with large eyes that betrays his curiosity. When the Stormlord meets his eyes, the boy turns away quickly.
"Father. May I have a cup of ale? Just one? I asked mother, but she only said to ask you. I told her I've already had some, back during Uncle Malcolm's nameday dinner, but she insisted."
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Post by Horas on Sept 7, 2013 20:26:01 GMT -5
"You may have one sip of ale, Damian," Bayard says, "After you have properly greeted your grandfather, Lord Baratheon."
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Post by Sain Hightower on Sept 7, 2013 20:39:59 GMT -5
Sain looked up to see who it was and smiled. "Lothar, it's good to see you." he remembered the request and quickly poured him a drink. "What have you been up to here in King's Landing?" "What else does a Lord Paramount do in Kings Landing, but talk politics and alliances with other Lord Paramounts and notables. We greet our peers, we talk our talk and little is resolved or decided." replied Lothar with a wry smile. A faint tone of sarcasm entered his voice. "It is a merry dance." Sain laughed, "I am glad to leave the politics to you then. I doubt I could stand the mess." he turned back to eyeing his drink. "I find myself uncomfortable with such a large crowd to be honest. I know not what to do with myself." |
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Post by Ollie on Sept 7, 2013 20:56:52 GMT -5
The boy's attention returned to Lord Baratheon. If Damian had ever known the man, he had forgotten.
"Good evening, lord grandfather," the Royce says, the model of youthful courtesy. "How was your journey to King's Landing? Are you going to enter the joust too?"
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Sept 7, 2013 20:58:55 GMT -5
"No doubt the jousting shall be more to your liking." replied Lothar to his youngest brother. "But in the meantime I would grit my teeth and do my best to mix. You will most likely not see the like of an event such as this again." He smiled. "And don't worry about the size of the crowd. Three Hightower brothers in the one room should be formidable enough for the likes of these." He looked around for their middle brother. "Where is Lorren anyway?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.