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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 9, 2013 18:31:25 GMT -5
Early the morning after the joust, Ser Oswyn Baratheon visited the rooms of Lord Saxon. It seemed the previous evening following the joust had not been kind to the young knight. the right side of his head was wrapped with bandages, traces of blood having seeped through the white linen. The same side of his face was covered with large welts and bruises. His right hand was purple and swollen, with two of the fingers having been straightened my a master and placed on a splint. As Oswyn entered, it was clear that he was heavily favoring one leg. Now permanent fixtures around him were four guardsmen and his bastard brother Donal Storm, all of whom he instructed to wait outside.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 9, 2013 18:37:32 GMT -5
Lord Saxon watched the battered Oswyn come in. He did not stand. He clicked his tongue, disappointed.
"How unfortunate. Evidently my messenger did not find you in time. May I offer you a glass of wine?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 9, 2013 18:54:31 GMT -5
"My master has instructed me not to mix milk of the poppy and spirits, so I'll have to decline my lord." he replied glumly, taking a seat with a low growl of pain.
A flash of anger crossed Oswyn's features at the revelation that the assault had been known of in advance, but he quickly suppressed the fury that had been building.
"I had hoped to enlist your services discovering the culprit, but it seems as if that is common knowledge in some circles." he said, his words measured carefully.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 9, 2013 19:01:29 GMT -5
"I had heard word that you would be attacked, although not by whom.The thugs who did the job, are of themselves no consequences, merely carrying out their employment. The real question is who hired them. I assume that would interest you also?" Saxon said, sipping from the wine glass he had offered Oswyn.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 9, 2013 19:09:48 GMT -5
"They are of consequence if they remain breathing!" Oswyn spat, temper rising to the surface.
In an instance he regretted the outburst, feeling it was unworthy of a knight.
"My apologies, Lord Saxon. The attack has left me in an agitated state. The identity of the man that wished such misfortune upon me would be of much interest, if only to repay him in kind."
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 9, 2013 19:13:41 GMT -5
"Yes it would." Saxon replied. "I suppose you would like me to find out who it was?" He asked. "I...could do that."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 9, 2013 19:27:34 GMT -5
"Will you?" was his terse reply.
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 9, 2013 19:30:34 GMT -5
"Well, how important is it to you?" Saxon asked, "Obviously if they had intended to kill you, you'd be dead, so I do not think your personal security necessitates finding them. So the question is what is it worth to you to find them?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 9, 2013 19:39:12 GMT -5
"What is it worth to me?" the knight repeated, as if the answer was obvious. "The culprit had me beaten in the streets like a dog, the only purpose to bring me low at a moment of bliss. The matter is a stain upon my name, my house, and my honor as a knight. To the seven hells with my personal security! I would rather die than let this affront go unpunished."
"If gold is what you're angling at, the tourney has seen that I have no shortage."
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 9, 2013 19:43:01 GMT -5
"Gold isn't really a currency that this merchant accepts," Saxon replied, "Although I think it very interesting that you assume the matter is related to your success in the tourney. What brings you to that conclusion?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 9, 2013 19:58:56 GMT -5
"There are cleaner ways to steal a purse, if the gold was the primary concern." Oswyn replied, having spent the night furiously replaying the event in his head. "The capital has no shortage of capable cutpurses that could have done the job. I was certainly far from alert, deep in my cups as I was. On that note, if gold was the only desire, why not take it earlier in the night, before I had spent a fair chunk of the hundred dragons I had on me?"
"No, this was done as a slight against my person or house, I know not which, but I was meant to be shamed. Taking my coin was just the final insult."
"Name your price, my lord."
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 12, 2013 18:22:59 GMT -5
"That you do not agree to a marriage proposal without prior warning to me," Saxon replied curtly, smiling, "A simple matter really. I assure you I won't be dragging out squirrel-faced cousins and bovine aunts trying to wed you."
"But your a popular young man, and there's been some wagering on what ladies might take your fancy, so... any advance forewarning would be profitable to me."
Saxon chuckled, "Agree, and I shall run down your attackers Ser. I assure you of that."
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 12, 2013 18:28:42 GMT -5
Oswyn favored Lord Cave with a strange look, but his desire for revenge pushed all the budding concerns from his mind.
"Very well, that is a simple enough price to pay. It seems my family and the Lannisters are already in the midst of talks to promise me to the Warden of the West's two year old daughter." he revealed, valiantly avoiding grimacing at the thought of his hand being promised to a toddler. "I have had little say in the matter."
"See the attackers run down like dogs, but I'd have the name of whomever orchestrated the event. He will require a more personal touch."
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Post by The Stranger on Sept 12, 2013 18:34:40 GMT -5
"As you like." Saxon said with a nod and a smile.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Sept 12, 2013 18:37:44 GMT -5
Oswyn stood, awkwardly offering his weak hand since his right hand was broken.
"I thank you for the service, Lord Saxon. It will not be forgotten."
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Hope you all are well and happy.