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Post by The Stranger on Sept 9, 2013 19:41:12 GMT -5
Petyr patted her hand, "Just the very notion has scared you into silence. I can tell. Thinking of those beasts." He looked at Hugh, and asked "Don't you agree?" Hugh swallowed, and then looked between them, and said, "What?" Tania nodded and curled up against Ser Petyr, "Exactly, terrifying." She shuddered, as though cold. "I hope so." he replied, wondering what game the woman had been playing at. "Do you frequent this establishment often ser? I am curious to find a woman fitting for the celebration that is called for." "I do indeed. And what kind of celebration are we talking? I know all the girls here, and if you tell me what you're looking for, we'll find the girl for you. Or girls... depending on how much energy you have left from the lists." He chuckled. |
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Post by The Smith on Sept 9, 2013 19:46:42 GMT -5
Petyr said to her, "Your really are quite good at this you now. I hope you get well paid." He took her hair between two fingers, and examined it.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 9, 2013 19:51:11 GMT -5
"I do well enough," she opined contentedly, looking up at him curiously while he examined her hair, "What are you looking for Ser?" She asked, bemused.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 9, 2013 19:59:31 GMT -5
Ser Petyr smiled at her, and said, "Once I know for sure darling, I will find you and tell you."
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Sept 9, 2013 20:14:48 GMT -5
A rowdy commotion signaled the entrance of Ser Oswyn Baratheon, fresh from his victory in the joust, his purse weighed down by at least a hundred gold dragons from his winnings. He had accumulated quite a following as the night had progressed. Some were friends, such as his bastard brother Donal and Lord Dondarrion's heir Ser Alain, whom Oswyn has squired with. Others were knights and young lordlings from the Stormlands, seeing the victory of their future liege lord as reason for their own revelry. Many more were men and women he'd never met before, taking advantage of the chance at free drinks and merriment. "A drink for all my friends!" the young stag yelled, generous with his newfound wealth. "A drink for everyone!" Donal was following his brother after the victory and took the ale that was offered to him reveling in the celebration of Oswyn's victory in the lists earlier that day. |
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 10, 2013 3:48:39 GMT -5
"I do indeed. And what kind of celebration are we talking? I know all the girls here, and if you tell me what you're looking for, we'll find the girl for you. Or girls... depending on how much energy you have left from the lists." He chuckled. "Just the one will suffice, I am sure." Oswyn replied, not wanting to develop the lecherous appetites of his sire. "If she has the energy of two though, I will not be the one to complain." |
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Hope you all are well and happy.