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Post by The Stranger on Oct 21, 2013 13:00:42 GMT -5
Lord Saxon smiled, "I don't know about that Ser Crawley, but I do the best I can. Congratulations on joining us, I was hoping for a good cross cut of the realms. I should have been deeply bored if we had received only Lords and Ladies."
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Post by Marie on Oct 21, 2013 13:10:14 GMT -5
Gwayne was surprised to see Lord Cave sitting as if he were an enthroned king, but he greeted the mysterious lord with due courtesy. His gaze lingered on the musicians a moment before he entered the room as directed. He saw with approval that the room was decorated in white and dark blue with silver accents. He eyed up the food, noting the fresh based bread and his favourite white cheese. There was chicken cooked in a light orange sauce with green vegetables, flaky fish and a spiced apple pie, among other things. But first he made a beeline for the bread and cheese, saying to the blonde servant girl "A glass of Arbor Gold to wash it down, if you will."
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 21, 2013 13:11:14 GMT -5
The wine was poured swiftly, into a large goblet made of silver, in which Lord Gwayne's name and sigil was engraved.
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Post by Marie on Oct 21, 2013 13:25:18 GMT -5
As he picked up the goblet, Gwayne thought it must have been costly. He wondered if Cave meant to make gifts of them to his guests. After all, he'd not have much use for them otherwise. He thanked the girl and ate and drank a little before heading out to see his host.
"A fine repast, my lord," he remarked, before looking curiously around.
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Post by Horas on Oct 21, 2013 13:29:24 GMT -5
"Aye, I figure goin' on about taxes and executions and secret alliances and all that other lordly stuff has to get dull eventually. Luckily crawfishes are conversationally versatile creatures." His eyes dart into several of the rooms. "Do I get one of those?" he asks.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 21, 2013 13:31:13 GMT -5
"You do," Lord Cave replied, gesturing to a room very near to the center of the hallway. "You'll find it to your liking I hope."
One of the mummers waved at Crawley, and began a juggling routine.
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Post by Horas on Oct 21, 2013 13:38:28 GMT -5
Crawley ducks into his room, surveying the surroundings. He picks up a bottle of something expensive looking and uncorks it.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 21, 2013 13:53:27 GMT -5
Oswyn offered a sly smile and grateful incline to Lord Saxon as he peered into his room. He stepped within and shut the door behind him, any curiosity in peering into the rooms of the others dissipating as he appreciated the personal touches made in mind for him. The sent of fragrant oak, fir, and walnut wood washed over him to overwhelm the dank smell of the undercroft.
The room was decorated in verdant shades of green, which combined with the smell to give him a feeling of the solace of the Kingswood. Rack of elk in a red wine sauce and herb-encrusted roast boar are laid out on the table with a dazzling selection of liquor. Though there were some familiar favorites such as burnt wine and bear brandy, exotic vintages had been acquired which the Stormlander has always wished to try such as Myrish firewine, apricot wine for Mereen, and persimmon wine from Slaver's Bay.
He offered an appreciative glance to the serving wench Lord Cave had provided, a lithe young woman with curled rivulets of chestnut hair, penetrating green eyes, high cheekbones, and an inviting smile. She was dressed, to Lord Oswyn's amusement, reminiscent of a wood nymph with flowers in her hair and a sparse dress of pale green chiffron.
"How are you this evening, my dear?" he asked, satisfied with his surroundings.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 21, 2013 14:00:48 GMT -5
"Most excellent milord," the girl replied pleasantly. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 21, 2013 14:14:32 GMT -5
"How could any man not in such a setting? It is a mystery I would rather not distract myself pondering." he replied with a hearty laugh, trying in vain to choose from the selection of vintages available. "Pick whichever you think I would like best." he instructed in a tone of mirth.
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 21, 2013 14:17:00 GMT -5
"I am not sure if you are partial to persimmons, but this vintage is straight from Astapor, and you'll find there is nothing like it, I think, here in Westeros." She said, pouring him a glass into the goblet with his engraved name.
"to health and happiness milord." She intoned.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 21, 2013 14:24:39 GMT -5
After appreciatively inspecting the personalized goblet and delicate amber liquid inside, Oswyn raised his glass to the fitting toast and drank. He was pleased by the wine's sweet fruitiness that was welcome on his palette.
"Your master has gone through great lengths to ensure our comfort." he remarked, admiring the woman. "I will have to give him my thanks."
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 21, 2013 14:27:29 GMT -5
"He's a man fascinated by details," she replied, with a slight incline of the head, which may be blushing. "And generous to his friends. If there something miss which hinders your enjoyment, do not hesitate to ask."
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Post by Marie on Oct 21, 2013 14:38:55 GMT -5
After a while, Gwayne strode towards Lord Cave. "You honour us, my lord," he said. "But I will admit to some curiosity. I do hope you will grant us an explanation for why you chose to host a party so exclusive."
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Post by The Stranger on Oct 21, 2013 14:48:53 GMT -5
"Well milord, I felt the only way to do justice to my guests was to give them a certain amount of personal attention. And I rather liked the idea of men and women earning their way into company. There are Lords Paramount and hedge knights both, all here because they personally undertook to earn their admission." Saxon raised his flagon to cheers Gwayne's own efforts to be present.
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Hope you all are well and happy.