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Post by The Flint on Nov 13, 2007 0:06:44 GMT -5
Dank and unpleasant place. There are rats and muck and mire. The further from the stairs, the darker and danker. The cells closest to the stairs are cleaner, and even come with fresh straw.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 13, 2007 0:07:24 GMT -5
Garlan Rowan, former steward of Oldtown, is placed in a cell with fresh straw. It appears to be recently swept, and is otherwise barren.
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Post by melon on Nov 13, 2007 0:08:38 GMT -5
"Why would Francis do this. I loved the boy and was going to make sure his Regentships flourished."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 13, 2007 0:16:44 GMT -5
A man arrives at the cells, hooded and cloaked. His voice is Francis'.
"Let me say straight from the get out, that if you give a single order or insult, I am gone, and your execution occurs at sun up. Do you understand? Choose your words, very very very carefully." Francis lowered his hood, afraid to let the man speak for fear he will earn his execution.
" You have been fool hardy and passionate. This has made you arrogant to your superiors, dulled to harsh realities, and blinded by a attraction." Francis waves his hand as if to say all this is expected. "It has made you utterly insufferable and insulting, and in dangerous times insults can be destabilizing. I will not have it. I can not have you here in Oldtown, but I am loath to harm you. So this is my offer to you Garlan Rowan. You will sign over all your partnerships and businesses in Oldtown. Every single one. There will be nothing that connects you to this city, but a rich and well deserved history. You will marry my mother, as was promised, and you shall live together at a mansion on Varner lands. My people shall tend and guard you, and you shall have everything you desire, but you may not leave except to attend family functions. You may not do business, hire on employees, sell, barter or trade. You will be a happy old grandfather, and dotting Husband, and that is all you shall be, for the end of your days." Francis finishes.
"Do you accept?"
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Post by melon on Nov 13, 2007 0:19:36 GMT -5
"I accept but only if I may travel. I have spent my whole life making money and living in the city I love. But if I must leave it at least allow me to see the world that I haven't know. But everything I completely agree to."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 13, 2007 0:22:23 GMT -5
"Permission denied. You have too many foreign friends who you might seek to have avenge what you perceive to be this slight. I'm sorry friend, but it can't be allowed. The conditions stay as before. Please accept."
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Post by melon on Nov 13, 2007 0:25:27 GMT -5
"Then I won't go to Foreign Places. Please for the Love you say you have for me and think of your mother trapped in a small manor House."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 13, 2007 0:28:11 GMT -5
Francis laughed, "She's free to come and go Garlan. The restrictions are only for you." Than he frowned. "I am being far to lenient as it is. By rights I should have you executed. But I haven't the heart for it, its' what Jarrad would have done. Be a good grandfather and in a few years, we'll see about traveling. But for now no. Last chance Garlan, please be sensible for once."
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Post by melon on Nov 13, 2007 0:42:00 GMT -5
"Very well then I accept. But please I am 50 summer's old I do not know how much longer the Gods have given me in Westeros let me travel when you see that I have accepted this all."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 13, 2007 0:43:58 GMT -5
Francis just sighs, hoping he'd declawed this sad little old man.
"Sign the following documents transferring ownership." Francis says, handing the man quill and parchment.
"The other thing, Garlan, is I'd prefer you not mention this to Mother. She would be furious with both of us if she knew what you had done, or if she knew I'd let her marry you anyway."
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Post by melon on Nov 13, 2007 1:11:30 GMT -5
"Very well then."
'What I done I shall see you pay for this Boy.' Garlan thinks to himself.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 13, 2007 1:41:26 GMT -5
Francis takes the signed documents and leaves. The door is closed and locked behind him.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 9, 2007 20:29:17 GMT -5
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The dankest and darkest cell is far from the entrance of the dungeon. It is here the former steward named Victor has been placed. After a few hours, a visitor comes to see him.
Ser Osmund Hillcrest had been at Uplands, and so he was sent to deal with the prisoner.
"Former Steward... Victor isn't it? How do you do."
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Post by melon on Dec 9, 2007 20:30:42 GMT -5
"Oh thank you Ser thank you. You must listen to me I'm innocent I tell."
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Post by The Flint on Dec 9, 2007 20:34:02 GMT -5
Ser Osmund nodded. "Why would your beloved Lord Tallahar say otherwise eh?" asked the Varner knight.
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