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Post by House Dustin on Dec 13, 2007 0:42:06 GMT -5
"The only men of note here are Ser Daven Hersey and Ser Jonas Waxley. I will send Waxley, he's a reliable, if sour, man."
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Post by The Flint on Dec 13, 2007 0:47:02 GMT -5
"Reliable and trustworthy is what we want now Ser Roland. I shall keep you as informed as I am able, and will be counting on your support. Now let us have a toast to the birth of my son and your nephew." Francis poured two glasses of wine from a bottle on the desk.
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Post by House Dustin on Dec 13, 2007 0:49:44 GMT -5
"Waxley it is. I will make my station at Bronzehall should you need me." Roland took the glass and raised it, "To Cyrus Varner!"
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Post by The Flint on Dec 13, 2007 0:54:49 GMT -5
"Aye, to Cyrus Varner." Francis clinked his glass, and drank. He found his brother-in-law's straight forward approach refreshing. Exactly the kind of man you wanted at your back in a time like this.
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Post by House Dustin on Dec 13, 2007 0:59:26 GMT -5
Roland drained his wine. "I believe I shall head to the Bronzehall now, Lord Varner, and make sure that everything is in order."
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Post by The Flint on Dec 13, 2007 1:04:18 GMT -5
"Good luck Ser Roland." Francis said, as he finished his drink.
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Post by House Dustin on Dec 13, 2007 1:04:42 GMT -5
Roland leaves.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 13, 2007 11:37:10 GMT -5
Francis also departs.
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