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Post by Erik on Dec 10, 2007 17:04:42 GMT -5
Erik looks out the door of the tent, and calls out to the guards, "Get Horas in here, and tell him to bring some drinks! Right now!"
He turns back to Mortimer and replies, "I wish I knew. I was planning on heading up there right after the tourney, but as it stands, I've still not seen it. I do wonder what goes on up there without a lord, though."
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2007 17:29:49 GMT -5
One of the guards looks at the prisoner quizzically. "Why?"
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Post by Erik on Dec 10, 2007 17:34:17 GMT -5
"So we can have a damn party, of course!"
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Dec 10, 2007 17:35:32 GMT -5
"Seems this autonomy is a popular thing for the former Greyjoys. Or Pyke-Greyjoys." Mortimer winked.
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2007 17:58:18 GMT -5
A different guard, the one who left earlier, comes back with a few more in tow.
"Lord Horas will speak to you in a moment," the guard says to Mortimer. "Please wait here until then."
"There's a bottle of Dornish red in one of the cabinets," Another guard says lamely.
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Post by Fel on Dec 10, 2007 18:02:15 GMT -5
OOC: Ser Lucas' business is no longer necessary
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Post by shacklock on Dec 10, 2007 18:11:09 GMT -5
Sargon enters, sitting down. He smirks faintly, “Euron “Smallaxe” is hardly a friend. Although who can blame him for wanting Lord Bolton dead hmh?”
The Ironborn captain shrugs slightly. “The confession is true and written by me. From what I can remember I met the Bolton girl in one of the Bravosi tents, we had a few too many cups and retired to my ship. Afterwards when she’d sobered the bitch started screaming…” Sargon pulls a face, sighing slightly. “Some Bolton men stormed the ship and carried her off, last I saw of her.”
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Post by Erik on Dec 10, 2007 18:13:52 GMT -5
"And what use is one bottle for a party? We're already through most of that, anyway! You lot are invited too, of course. So long as you find us some decent beer."
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2007 18:28:34 GMT -5
"And what of Maester Brandick's evidence regarding the rape of Elaena Bolton? You realize that you may have just signed a confession to rape, Captain Sargon?" Horas says.
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The guards look confused. "You're pretty happy for a man who might get his head chopped off."
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Post by loremaster on Dec 10, 2007 18:29:36 GMT -5
The Prince stuck his head through the tent opening, addressing whoever was nearest. "Excuse me, but does anyone know if Lord Blackwood is otherwise occupied?"
He sounded more like a sick patient making an appointment than the boisterous creature seen earlier.
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Post by Erik on Dec 10, 2007 18:30:52 GMT -5
"What's the sense in getting all worked up about it? Nothing I can do about it now. Now go. Beer, and Horas. Those are your quests."
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Post by shacklock on Dec 10, 2007 18:31:24 GMT -5
Sargon raises an eyebrow, nodding slightly. “Aye well, I realize that. But, the girl was seen by my whole crew and Orkwood…whatever he’s saying. She may have been drunk but willing is willing. In a city full of whore-houses, why would I resort to rape?”
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Dec 10, 2007 18:34:08 GMT -5
Mortimer chuckled. He had only drank one cup, out of the nervous nature of the situation.
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2007 18:44:43 GMT -5
Horas looks at Sargon. "You are dismissed and are free to go for the time being. I would advise you stay in the city, however. Any attempt to leave might be construed as fleeing."
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Edrick Baratheon is escorted into the Hand's tent. "Greetings Prince Edrick," the Hand says, though he has never met the man before. "Can I offer you something to drink?"
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"Err... Right. Beer. I'll see what I can do," One perplexed guard says, and walks away.
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Post by Erik on Dec 10, 2007 18:46:54 GMT -5
"May the Drowned God guide you on your way, ser!"
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Hope you all are well and happy.