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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Aug 19, 2008 16:15:23 GMT -5
/////////////////// Brandon watched as the Ironborn went out of the castle and began to head westwards. "Well that was that", he said to Darien Darien nodded. "Looks like I can finally go home." "Hopefully Asha won't bash your head in for not witnessing the birth or something," Brandon joked. |
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Post by Percy Rivers on Aug 20, 2008 0:47:14 GMT -5
For the next month the armie camped in and around Harrenhal, all the while Roose began steadily dissolving his army, sending them home in groups and pairs under minor lordlings.
While recovering from his wounds one day the summons was recieved. Sighing, Roose looked around the giant table in Harren the Black's giant solar. All that was left of the northern lords was Olander Reed, Edmure Karstark and himself, the other's had begun leading groups home. He looked to the soldier on his left. "Take this to the Tyrells, Royces, and Dondarrions, then see that my solar is cleaned out." Feeling the bandage on his forehead he supressed a grimace as a lance of pain went across it. "We'll leave within the day...might as well get this over with."
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Hope you all are well and happy.