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Post by Erik on Sept 20, 2013 21:03:42 GMT -5
"Gods be good. You know. Killed the king's sons. Baked them into a pie. Served the pie to the king. Turned into a rat for his misdeeds."
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Post by Flex on Sept 20, 2013 22:02:40 GMT -5
Damon frowned "I wouldn't want anything to do with a man like that," He stated firmly. "No, not me. I won't do anything dishonest."
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Post by Erik on Sept 20, 2013 23:42:40 GMT -5
"What I was saying was that, should you fuck my sister, being killed and baked into a pie will be the least of your worries." Eirek answers, a bit exasperated. "How old are you, Ser Damon?"
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Post by Flex on Sept 21, 2013 5:42:08 GMT -5
"Seventeen," Damon replied instantly. "I squired for Ser Paxter Crakehall and was knighted at sixteen." He frowned. "And I would not know why you would expect something so disrespectful from me." He added.
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Post by Erik on Sept 21, 2013 9:38:31 GMT -5
"Well, mostly because of who your father is. But I suspect he may actually have been telling me the truth."
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Post by Flex on Sept 21, 2013 12:32:52 GMT -5
A look of intent came over Damon's face as he pushed his chest out slightly. "I will not treat women like my father does. I will treat them how Ser Paxter taught me."
He pulled out a silver necklace of a lion's head. "I shall give your sister this when I meet her."
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