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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 25, 2008 8:42:02 GMT -5
"I'll ask around," Baldric said before lowering his voice so that Lorenza couldn't hear him disparage her countrymen, "the Dornish men are prickly bastards and the women even pricklier cunts. . . if I put you in contact with someone they might take you to Vaith, or they might cut of your hands and feet and leave you in the desert to die. . . and speaking from a man who knows. . . that sun is a cruel mistress."
Baldric's wiped his mouth with his hand, "If I put you in contact with someone I can't speak of their character so you better take all necessary precautions. I don't want ya coming after por Baldric if they take a stab at you."
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Post by Aerys on Aug 26, 2008 0:16:31 GMT -5
Tristan nodded.
"Very well Baldric. I'd would suggest though that the longer the lack of news about Lord Velaryon's capture the more confident I'd be about his escape from Dragonstone. I know he would be interested in you fulfilling the second part of our agreement.
"If for the moment you could put me in contact with the person you have in mind, I'll take my chances."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Aug 26, 2008 9:25:53 GMT -5
Baldric nodded, "I will send word and have him meet you here." Baldric and his crew stood up and the sell sword tipped his hat. "Travel well Ser Tristan and may the Seven walk at your side, by all accounts you will need some aid along the way," the sell sword smiled his toothless grin and walked out of the tavern.
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Post by Aerys on Sept 6, 2008 0:20:31 GMT -5
Ser Tristan waited for Baldric's contact. In the meantime he talked to a number of people about the Dornish political situation, trying to familiarise himself with it all. Lord Velaryon will need to know it all, he thought to himself.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2008 11:12:46 GMT -5
A man contacted Tristan giving him the correct code words.
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Post by Aerys on Sept 6, 2008 15:56:28 GMT -5
Tristan spoke to the man asking him if he could guide him into the mountains near Vaith.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2008 20:32:33 GMT -5
The man nodded, "Of course my lord. You and how many others?"
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Post by Aerys on Sept 6, 2008 21:08:22 GMT -5
"One other, most likely. You will be well paid, if you can put us in contact with certain people."
Tristan leant over and whispered who he was looking for.
"Can you do that?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2008 21:35:31 GMT -5
The man nodded, "I can do that, for the right price." He smiled wickedly.
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Post by Aerys on Sept 6, 2008 22:05:03 GMT -5
"You don't get paid, until I'm satisfied that the people I'm after are the ones I want. After all..." Tristan returned the smile. ".....I wouldn't want anything untoward to happen to me. I think it would be wise if you were as mindful of my safety as I am."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 6, 2008 22:36:43 GMT -5
The man frowned and nodded, "Fine. When will you be ready to leave?"
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Post by Aerys on Sept 6, 2008 22:56:37 GMT -5
"As soon as you are."
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Post by Lewyn Martell on Sept 23, 2008 10:15:21 GMT -5
Lewyn Martell and his friend Antonio Vaith entered the hall of Sunspear. He had not been in this hall for so long that he could barely remember the last time he sat his foot in this hall, and yet it looked exactly like he remembered it. It made him sad to think about all the Martells who were dead now, both his father and mother were killed in the Sack of Sunspear. He approached the first man he saw: "May I talk to the regent?", he asked?
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Post by The Flint on Sept 23, 2008 10:21:54 GMT -5
The first man is a grungy looking ruffian and his four compatriots. They are wearing brigantine armor, and wielding a variety of short swords, dirks, axes, and spears.
"What regent?" The man says in a Dornish accent.
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Post by Lewyn Martell on Sept 23, 2008 10:30:40 GMT -5
Lewyn thinks abit, he has not been in Westeros for so long he's got no clue on who is the regent. "Hm....Well I've no clue what's his name is actually but I'd like to speak to whoever is in charge here."
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