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Post by brigida on Feb 17, 2008 23:10:25 GMT -5
"I am sure Miss Swiftwater meant no slight to your daughter, Sealord--I cannot speak certainly on behalf of the Lord Regent, nor on the behalf of the King, but I am certain that is not an arrangement I am qualified to make without consent from higher-up; personally, I would not count on a union with one of the Princes...However, I assure you, I will look into other possible unions which might suit your daughter more justly."
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Post by The Smith on Feb 17, 2008 23:14:02 GMT -5
The Sea Lord nodded and offered a snort.
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Post by brigida on Feb 18, 2008 1:40:39 GMT -5
As the peace negotions came to a close, and the final details of the agreement were ironed out and agreed upon, Tristeza felt no sense of satisfaction whatsoever--she wondered if she would ever find pride in this work.
The next morning, she departed Braavos, diplomatic party in tow, sailing towards King Landing, and a new home with many dangers and little peace-of-mind.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 18, 2008 2:15:47 GMT -5
Lord Barclay stayed behind with his small company of men and respectfully nodded towards the Sea Lord after the meeting's conclusion. "Lord Sergyo, I am Lord Emmon Barclay of Sharp Point. I think we may have met briefly a couple years back when I first inherited my father's lands."
(This is before they left)
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Post by The Smith on Feb 19, 2008 0:12:38 GMT -5
The Sea Lord looks at Barclay and shook his head, "Perhaps, but I do not remember you. I have heard of you though."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 19, 2008 11:41:22 GMT -5
"I hope that the reputation which precedes me is positive", Barclay said as he smiled.
"Before the war against Westeros, we held an exclusive trading deal which I was interested in restoring. My merchant fleet is located the closest of any to Braavos and we trade predominantly with merchants in Braavos."
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Post by The Smith on Feb 19, 2008 23:15:43 GMT -5
"We will trade with any one who comes to our shores. I do not speak for all the merchants of Braavos." the Sea Lord smiled.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 20, 2008 0:36:02 GMT -5
"As long as my business is accepted in Braavos, I am more than happy. Now I must be leaving with the lady of Dorne, but I enjoyed meeting you and look forward to continuing business on your shores." With that, Barclay bowed and took his exit.
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Post by dienekes on Feb 20, 2008 7:53:56 GMT -5
"Now that was an earfull of goat shit." A tall Qarth enters the room as the last of the delegates leaves. He was dressed in the robes of Qarth and was cleaned to look as an ambassador from his homeland. "Sea Lord." He said with a bow.
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Post by The Smith on Feb 21, 2008 1:37:31 GMT -5
The Sea Lord turned to the Quarth man, "Indeed."
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Post by dienekes on Feb 21, 2008 8:46:46 GMT -5
"A pleasure Sea Lord. Mah names Gamlin." He adds taking off his uncomfortable hat. "A servant o house Bolton. You done business with Lyas before he got hisself offed and now Sylas would like ta continue that partnership." He takes a seat. "Ya know that girl Tristy and Francis Varner where fuck buddies as kids, right?"
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Post by The Smith on Feb 21, 2008 12:07:21 GMT -5
The Sea Lord stared at the other man, "If you use another vulgarity, Ivano will cut out your tongue. And that was something I was aware of."
Another man pulls a large knife and begins to sharpen it, smiling at Gamlin darkly.
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Post by dienekes on Feb 21, 2008 14:21:33 GMT -5
Gamlin grinned and nodded. "Alright then m'lord. No cussin in front o ya. Now you of course know that Francis Varner wont be tried, and o course Andry will fall off his boat and drown on the trip to da Wall. My master wishes to know if'n your interested in gettin your will followed in Westeros."
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Post by The Smith on Feb 21, 2008 14:36:38 GMT -5
"Of course I am." Replied Delinal.
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Post by dienekes on Feb 21, 2008 15:14:42 GMT -5
"Arright then." Gamlin felt like sighing. Why does everyone not like me? "Do ya wanna go inta detail so the North can help ya or are ya set on doin it your own self. Sylas Bolton has allies in Westeros who have da same goal as you and would much like ta help ya."
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