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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 0:33:16 GMT -5
Servants scurried before the striding man hasty to insure that everything was in place before his arrival, which was...imminent. A screen of the most luxurious Myrish silk was raised for privacy, a bottle of the most exquisite Dornish red set upon a perfectly polished silver platter. Grapes (imported of course) were laid out upon the table, along with a variety of other delicacies, each more impressive than the last.
When all was prepared, the servants scattered like fall leaves, as the striding man took a strategic pause. His silver hair was pulled back in a pony-tail which hinted at, but did not prove a stern angular complexion his face. The finally trimmed goatee of the same color suggested experience, and yet vigor.
Lord Saxon Cave removed a set of black leather dueling gloves, folded them once, and tucked them into his belt. He smiled to himself, turned sharply a 180 degrees like a soldier on parade, and then sat upon the fine red velour couch.
"Open for business..." he murmured to himself, as he waited like a fisherman for the first catch of the day.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 9:53:28 GMT -5
Saxon stood, slowly, in a manner that suggested he was not intending to but then finally succumbed to protocol at the very last second.
"But of course, Lady Winnifred needs no introduction," he said, although to the best of anyone's knowledge he'd never met the woman before in his life.
His eyes scanned over her, swiftly, with zero hesitation at the veil or bruise, and just the right amount of hesitation to be flattering in all the key places.
"May I invite you to be seated, and enjoy a glass of wine and perhaps a morsel?" he suggested.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 9:56:21 GMT -5
OOC: Nope.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 10:06:57 GMT -5
"They are indeed not," He said waving the Lady in the position of what appeared to be a most comfortable seat. "I find Arbor grapes are fit only for trampling into wine." His smile curved slightly on just one side, like a Dothraki blade,in a way that hinted at an implication at the same time as dispelling it as a harmless quip.
One of the servants, dressed in a fine black doublet with no sigil, poured the wine, and brought the plate over for the Lady's sample.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 10:27:12 GMT -5
"If I may," Saxon began, leaning forward slightly to pick off a single grape, and eat it, before leaning back as though that one taste of a single fruit was supremely satisfying. "I'm getting a sense that you are seeking something, but not quite sure as to what? Would that be accurate?"
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 10:33:52 GMT -5
Saxon took this in. "Information?" he sighed slightly, as though disappointed in her. "Information is curious. It is not an...asexual thing. It must be breed, by being generously romanced, by other information." He sipped his wine.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 10:40:51 GMT -5
Saxon's smile did not fade, "I meant, in order to help you, you need to tell me more about these people you wish to know." He said.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 10:52:23 GMT -5
"Tell me more about your husband," Saxon said in reply, "I'm assuming he's responsible for the... imperfections visited upon you? Would that be so?" He sipped his wine and then examined the glass, as though disinterested in her reply.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 11:05:38 GMT -5
Saxon drank this in for a moment, "Yes, I can scarcely see why another man would ever catch your eye," he said drolly.
"You should know of course, that I can fulfill your request, even to exquisite detail that I think you would rather avoid, but I do not think that it would be of a help to you. And as much as I would like to take your gold, or any other offered prizes, for my assistance, I would feel ill of doing so, for it would be the case of a hedge maester selling a treatment he knows his patient does not actually require."
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 11:13:28 GMT -5
"Because you hold the power yourself to reach the outcomes you desire without resorting to such means. Your request for information on the Hightower woman stems from your Lord husband's affections for her, misplaced as they are. Your feelings on Ser Oswyn would appear to be a natural outgrowth of that." He paused and sipped his wine
"The actual goal then, is to return all affection to its proper place, your husband to you, and you indeed, towards your husband. Halt me if I am going astray."
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 11:27:07 GMT -5
Saxon smiled, "You are indeed mistaken milady," He said, her heated retort failing to raise any response in his face. "I am principally a solver of problems. Half-measures, they do not make any impression upon me. To provide a beautiful young lady of noble heritage," he paused, "Such as yourself, with the information she WANTs, but not the information she NEEDs... that would be troubling to my soul. So precisely like a maester, where in you have come requesting treatment for a sniffle, I should like to tend to the entire sickness, not merely a symptom. Information is merely the scapels and forceps of my trade."
Saxon placed his wine glass down upon the low table with a force that suggested a choice needed to be made.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 11:49:32 GMT -5
"What in our conversation leads you to imagine I've any inclination to destroy anyone?" Cave replied, "And with all honesty milady, While I am greatly flattered, the idea that such a lioness as yourself has anything to fear from one of my stature is amusing." He refilled the lady's wine glass, and then his own.
"May we proceed?"
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 11:54:58 GMT -5
"So then, would you agree with my restatement of the problem, that the central question of Lady Hightower and Ser Oswyn is principally a reflection of the issue of a desire for the improved affections of your husband...my lady?" he added, probably as an after thought.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 12:15:42 GMT -5
"Do you know why men beat women?" Saxon replied.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 7, 2013 12:41:03 GMT -5
"False." said Saxon emphatically. "They beat women because they are weak in other areas of their lives. I think if you tried, you would be able to recall specific events about which your beloved was enraged prior to his turning his aggression against you. You then find, I don't doubt, that your continued protestations only enrage him further, because your own displays of weakness are mirroring his own, and registered as a further insult." Saxon allowed this to sink in for a moment, but was obviously prepared to continue.
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Hope you all are well and happy.