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Post by Imry Willfyre on Aug 13, 2007 19:01:01 GMT -5
"I am glad to hear you liked it, and am honored to meet you. Are you interested in purchasing some of my instrument? Or is there something else you wished to discuss?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2007 19:09:28 GMT -5
"Your instrument was quite wonderful. But I have no need of one, but I do see a business opprotunity. Would you like to sell alot of them?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Aug 13, 2007 19:20:40 GMT -5
Rhett smiled brightly, "I would yes, what would you propose?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2007 19:27:22 GMT -5
"There are only two or three markets where we can raise the price and still guarentee good sales. I have business interests in King's Landing, Lannisport and Oldtown. I think any of those locations would provide enough rich nobles that they could afford your instruments. What do you think, which one first?" Porly rubbed his hands together.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Aug 13, 2007 21:38:40 GMT -5
Without a moment for doubt Rhett replied, "King's Landing. I am ready to leave as soon as you are."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 13, 2007 22:16:34 GMT -5
"Lets go then." Porly walks towards the door.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2007 10:28:26 GMT -5
Alliser Redfort sat by himself in an abandoned room in the main keep, and wondered if Lady Fenra would let him have a horse. He had a strange feeling that he should ride...somewhere.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Aug 15, 2007 10:43:41 GMT -5
Lady Fenra has conspicuously kept Alliser far from the stables, and in fact the ostlers are informed not to allow him to take a mount.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2007 13:18:20 GMT -5
When the guards refused to give Alliser a horse, Alliser horrified them by stripping naked.
"I want a horse," he said, shivering in the cold. What a pleasant ride it would be - bright sun and daffodils and...why was it so cold? And the white stuff - ah, winter! What a pleasant ride it would be - cold snow and icy wind and galestorms. Alliser couldn't wait.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2007 13:53:33 GMT -5
The guards didn't relent, however, so Alliser yanked his breeches and boots on, forgot his tunic and harp, and and skipped over to a cowshed in the fields. He brought out a lowing dun-colored cow and mounted up.
The cow stood still, chewing.
"Hut hut hut!" Alliser sang, kicking her sides. He began singing the "Cow and the Squire Fair", much to the cow's alarm.
The cow galloped off, Alliser clinging on desperately and grinning.
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