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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Sept 10, 2013 21:54:00 GMT -5
Uncle Mac carefully removed his current belt and replaced it with the new silvered gift, careful not to let his trousers slip down before such esteemed members of the realm. "Thank-you my lord, my lady." He bowed his head to each in turn and smiled, "I think it suits my eyes."
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Post by Ser Harlan Stone on Sept 10, 2013 21:57:24 GMT -5
Harlan poked his tongue out between his teeth "Oh yes, indeed I am, but who cares about blood, " he rose with a shout " when there's such good food, good company, and fine wine here to enjoy!" He emptied his tankard into his mouth.
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Sept 10, 2013 22:11:48 GMT -5
Uncle Mac licked his lips as he pondered his own family history. "Well I'm his uncle, just as I was his father's, and his father's father's. I used to live here in King's Landing when I was young , squired to one of the King's household guards. Jarman Thorne his name was, prickly man that one..." His speech wandered off and he muttered for a while. "Oh Casterly Rock though! I haven't been there exactly, but I've visited Lannisport on occasion. The ocean there is a fine treat to cool off on a hot day, no?"
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Post by Horas on Sept 10, 2013 22:19:12 GMT -5
"He has been part of my family longer than I have," Bayard responds with a slight smile, "If anything, he adopted us."
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Sept 10, 2013 22:22:43 GMT -5
"Oh is that old Wilbur? HARHAR! Oh he always had a thing for the blondes. Good old Wilbur."
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Sept 10, 2013 22:34:48 GMT -5
He nodded his head vigorously. "Oh yes Wilbur! Does he still live in that cave? He owes me 20 gold dragons if he doesn't. Twenty years I bet him. Twenty years. And he was all 'Oh it'll be easy.' Heheh. Always was full of hot air that one. Used to make up stories that he could predict the future. Predicted he'd win the bet and I'd be trampled to death by barnyard animals shortly after. Well I'm still here and he's stuck in a cave, so jokes on Wilbur."
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Post by Ser Donnel Royce on Sept 10, 2013 22:40:14 GMT -5
"Like a Hermitsmoot?" He shrugged. "Do you know any hermits? Ask them. They'll probably know."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2013 0:25:03 GMT -5
"I think that would be very acceptable. It would a perfect way for Tynian to get acquainted with his foster brother and foster sister." Winnie glanced at her husband nervously to see if he would object, and went on, "I took the liberty of procuring gifts for your children and your kin, that they might remember the Lannisters of Casterly Rock by." Here a series of stewards appeared, each bearing a red velvet cushion upon which sat a gift. For Lord Royce, a walking stick of ivory with a horse head made of bronze (which Winnie described out loud to him as it was presented). For Lady Royce, there was a brooch shaped like a stag, made of gold and garnets. Damian got an ivory, pearl-inlaid cyvasse set, and Lillian a silver hair net with peridots and garnets. For Ser Malcolm there was a satin cloak in the Royce colors, trimmed with vair, and Ser Malcolm's wife received a gold ring. Harlan Stone received gloves made of wolf-pup fur. There was even a gift for Uncle Mac, and it was clear that some resourceful stewards were responsible for that. Mac received a wide belt studded with nuggets of silver. Ser Malcolm took the cloak with a plastered smile, looking at his wife whom absolutely boomed with joy at her gold ring, before thanking their hosts for the generous gifts. He didn't quite get why the Lannisters had to flaunt their riches as they did, it was like they feared that they had to buy their friendships, but to Ser Malcolm it made him trust them even less than he had before. "Thank you once again, my lady. I will remember to tell my son about the generous Lannisters of Casterly Rock." he said with a voice that showed none of the thoughts he was having. |
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Hope you all are well and happy.