The Sealord's Palace

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Aranya gave a little moan and arched under him, trembling as he kissed her neck. Her fingers fumbled at his tunic and breeches, and she panted softly.

[Victarion]

Constance made his way to a courtier in the far side of the audience chambers of the Sea Lord. "My friend and captain Jorah Lannister requests a private meeting with either the Sea Lord or one of his representatives."

[The Smith]

A meeting is set up with Lord Nero one of the Sea Lord's councilors.

[Victarion]

Jorah Lannister entered in a red silk doublet slashed with gold. He bowed in the manner of the Free Cities to Lord Nero, saying. "My lord, you have my thanks for meeting with me. I would like to make it clear that I come not as an Westerosi ambassador, but as the captain of an independent enterprise. I believe our families have had business together before, I am Jorah Lannister of the the Qarth Lannisters."

[Fel]

Lord Felryn Harlaw arrives at the Sealord's palace to arrange a meeting with the Sealord.

[The Smith]

Lord Harlaw is escorted to the Sea Lord's presence. Delinal looks up at him and nods to the other seat, "Sit Lord Harlaw we have much to talk about." Glancing over his shoulder at Clegane he said, "You know Tomas correct?"

[Fel]

Felryn glares murderously at Clegane as he takes a seat, then looks back at the Sealord. "Yes, we do."

[The Smith]

"I am surprised to see you Lord Harlaw to say the least. It is not every day when a man wanted for murder and assorted other crimes turn themselves in and demand to see myself." Sergyo replied.

[Fel]

"Today will be an unusual day for you then. I will make this simple Sealord," Felryn said, "you have Aranya Royce, my men and my ships. I want them all back."

[The Smith]

The Sea Lord nodded, "I presume this is not a silly threat, but instead the begining of negotiations."

[Fel]

"No negotiations, I have heard enough of your negotiations. I offer single combat. You may chose any champion you wish to face me, preferably that slinking mutt who stands behind you. If I win you allow myself, Aranya Royce, my men and ships free."

[The Smith]

The Sea Lord snickered, "What do I get if I win?"

[Fel]

"You will have killed me without reprecussions, so much easier than trying to make my death look like an accident. Also, my head will make a fine gift to further torture Aranya Royce with," he said, communicating the full-extent of his relationship with Aranya.

[The Smith]

The Sea Lord leaned back, "I can not allow it. I will just sell you back to the greenlanders for some small amount of gold. Unless you can sweeten the pot a little more." He looked interested, but only a little.

[Fel]

"Understand, if you do not agree to this, my son has orders to pay no ransom, and to allow for no exchange for me. He will raise the Iron Islands and attack you with everything, every man every ship on the Islands, it will be battle the Ironborn will sing of for thousands of years."