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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Nov 9, 2007 14:16:25 GMT -5
"But of course! I know these times are strange, but my companion and I are naught but what we say," Ser Vance explains. "All I seek is a warm meal, and perhaps a warmer bed if I can find one. Beaumarin here can entertain your men at the dinner, if you'd like."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 9, 2007 14:27:55 GMT -5
"Beds and meals we have, although you may have to find your own warmth. Might could be that the singer's tunes will help with that one." Ser Rodney says, smiling for the first time.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Nov 9, 2007 14:29:41 GMT -5
"It's only reason I keep him around, ser. His songs woo the women for me. As long as two come calling to his siren's songs, well, then, I have my chance," Ser Vance says laughing.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 9, 2007 14:33:36 GMT -5
"Well than let's hope he's got songs enough for three maids, for I could do with a warm bed myself, although best not tell the missus." Ser Rodney chuckles, and escorts the men inside the Castle.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Nov 9, 2007 14:34:55 GMT -5
Beaumarin the Beauty and Ser Vance Hardyng follow the man to the castle, Beaumarin strumming the whole way.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Nov 9, 2007 14:41:08 GMT -5
"So tell me, Captain, do you expect a fight with the Ironborn?" Ser Vance asks.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 9, 2007 14:47:17 GMT -5
"There's certain to be one, but whether its here or elsewhere I couldn't say. They won't reave at Bandallon without coming through me first, that much I can tell you." Ser Rodney says, puffing out his chest. "Back in the King's peace, and everyone is still looking to take a chunk of our arse."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Nov 9, 2007 14:50:59 GMT -5
"War does strange things to men's heads, and the reavers are born strange to begin with. We should resolve every battle with a blunted melee and drink ale together afterwards," Ser Vance says smiling. "But failing that, Beau and I would commit our blades to your cause until the squids are chased, if you'd have us."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 9, 2007 14:55:00 GMT -5
"We'll take you good ser, and a thousand of your closest friends if you have any." Ser Rodney with a grin. "I just hope those aren't blunted weapons on your hips, or I'll have made a poor deal indeed."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Nov 9, 2007 15:00:22 GMT -5
"My sword is sharp, ser, as many can attest," Vance says. "I have ridden in armies as well as tourneys. And as soft as Beaumarin looks, he has been a paid sellsword for many years with the Black Shields."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 9, 2007 18:53:48 GMT -5
Ser Alexander Irwyn and Ser Coleman Graves return to the Castle with their men after scouting the surrounding countryside. They approach Ser Rodney and the two newcomers and then dismount. Alexander waits while the men finish their discussion, not wanting to interrupt.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Nov 9, 2007 19:23:40 GMT -5
The two travelers turn to greet the newcomers. "Ser Vance Hardyng, called the Knight of Diamonds, good sers. Greetings!" says the one clad in white and red. "My boon companion is Beaumarin the Beauty, singer and teller of tales."
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Post by melon on Nov 9, 2007 19:32:35 GMT -5
"And who might you be mister show off." Colemen looks at Vance.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 9, 2007 19:34:06 GMT -5
"Nice to meet you, I'm Ser Alexander Irwyn, called Ser Alexander Irwyn," the young knight says with a smile, I am from the lands around Stoatheart." Alexander bows slightly trying to remember the proper niceties of the noble order.
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Post by melon on Nov 9, 2007 19:45:10 GMT -5
Colemen looks at Alexander, "And when did you suddenly become at the height of manner's just before we were sleeping on the ground now you seem like you should at a King's Ball."
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Hope you all are well and happy.