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Post by wookie on Apr 10, 2008 17:49:07 GMT -5
"Flea" he said with a smile
"I trust you did not take too much from the King's treasury?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 10, 2008 17:51:13 GMT -5
"Is there such a thing as too much?" Flea laughed. "Anyway, I took just what I needed. Some of which had to go to the poor girl at the whore house, because you stormed in there like an angry bull, and I almost lost an asset. Its no good knowing something, if everyone knows you know." he says cryptically.
"How's the regency business?"
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Post by wookie on Apr 10, 2008 17:59:21 GMT -5
Benfry turned sour
"Ups and downs. That's why I've asked you here. I've met with Queen Elyssandra and...well, it did not go well and I expect further trouble from them. So I would like you to insinuate some people into their entourage. Friends, lovers, sworn swords I don't care. As long as I get advance word if and when they begin to cause trouble" his grim face did not bode well for them if he found it
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 10, 2008 18:05:52 GMT -5
"They haven't begun to cause trouble already?" Flea asked with an intentionally exaggerated face.
"I'll keep an eye. You know the Vela... Velar..? Oh whatever, the ones from Driftmark. They were in Braavos, looking for friends, even before Horas' coup. No good, the lot of 'em, well be watching them."
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Post by wookie on Apr 10, 2008 18:11:33 GMT -5
"Good" Benfry pulled a face.
"It is easier to catch problems at the beginning than at full bloom"
"On another matter, after the war with Dorne, the Hand and I will approach the King regarding a new Small Council. I had thought to offer the position of Master of Whispers to someone of talent but also loyalty. I am coming to believe that such a person does not exist in Westeros and am considering employing someone from the Free Cities. Braavos is out of the question of course, but what do you think of the possibility of having to work with or around someone from Pentos or Lys?" he said
"This is a thought only, at this stage. I have not mentioned it to Roland. We could always find some lord here who would no doubt fall over themselves for the honour, but I think there are no natural heirs to the chair of your former master Lord Francis Varner"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 10, 2008 18:13:41 GMT -5
"Foreigners are thieves, frauds, or usurpers." Flea said, with not a hint of his former humor. "If you have to hire someone, hire a Lyseni sex slave and dress her up like a Mistress of Whisperers. Than I can go and visit her and tell her what I know." Flea grinned evilly. "and than she can tell you."
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Post by wookie on Apr 11, 2008 2:45:06 GMT -5
"We have enough usurpers in Westeros, it's true. And I will have no whore in the Small Council" he says rather primly "I will think again on who may be suitable for the post in our own borders then"
"Another matter which is vexing me is Dorne. I do not suppose you have any agents amongst the dornish insurgents which can feed some intelligence on their whereabouts, especially Lady Martell and Lord Fowler?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 11, 2008 15:49:03 GMT -5
Flea laughed, "If you hire a foreigner to master your whisperers, someone is gonna get fucked, I donno why it can't be me!"
As Dorne comes up Flea frowns heavily. "If I knew were she was, the bitch would be dead for killing Lord Varner. But I don't know. They are playing everything very close to the chest, and staying away from keeps and cities where we have people. But if I know anything, I'll tell someone."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2008 0:14:29 GMT -5
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Brynden sat, reading the White Book curiously. He seemed extremely interested in the page he was on.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 0:23:50 GMT -5
King Rickon came in to study the laft five pages of the White Book. He would not be satisfied until he knew every deed and lore about those brave men who had died for him so recently.
Seeing a strange young boy he stopped and tried to remember his name.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2008 0:33:16 GMT -5
Brynden looked up from the book and saw the little eight-year old King standing and staring at him. He stood up, wondering what he should say, and then said, "Er...hi. Your Grace."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 0:35:39 GMT -5
Rickon looked at him and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you. You are the Lord Commander's new squire aren't you. From Duskendale. Royce."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2008 0:40:58 GMT -5
"I am. I'm Brynden," the other boy said, looking at him. "You're Rickon, of course. The King." Brynden wondered if he should go on one knee. But Rickon was Lewyn's age.
"Did you want to read the White Book?" Brynden said.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 13, 2008 0:56:11 GMT -5
"I am studying it, when I find the time. Those are the bravest, most honorable men of the realm. And the last five in paricular deserve my attention." Rickon replied.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 13, 2008 1:02:19 GMT -5
"Really?" Brynden flipped to the back of the book. "I was reading about Ser Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer. I think he was a better knight than they made him out to be."
He studied the last five pages. "My mother knew Ser Felwick," he said. "She said he was like a big, fierce bull. Was he?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5