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Post by bartelby on Apr 6, 2008 0:30:44 GMT -5
Once a militant training town, the village of Brockfort has long since declined into a meandered farming village. It is presided over by Lord Eckard Mallister, though he does not visit much. It is medium sized, more like a very small town, though it does have it's own but of privacy.
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Post by bartelby on Apr 6, 2008 0:45:49 GMT -5
Ser Arthur Tully led Grenn towards a medium sized estate. It was obviously for someone outside the realm of poverty, but not so gaudy that he craved to ransack it's innards.
"This way if you please." Arthur said, semi-condescendingly. He slipped down from his mare and to the dirt, handing the reigns to Amory.
"Get Jilgand to water and feed them, then come inside. You have some studying to do." With a sigh, Amory led the horses to the stables.
Grenn laughed. "Fancy place." He spit in the dirt. "Doesn't leap outta the way though." He shuffled a moment, gathering his things, before walking towards the door.
"Let's go, Tully."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 6, 2008 0:56:34 GMT -5
Brandisas Tully waits inside for Grenn. "Have a seat boy."
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Post by bartelby on Apr 6, 2008 1:00:29 GMT -5
Grenn laughed, seeing the man for the first time in his own memory. He looks tired. He thought with a grin. Old too. He dropped his satchel and looked around his environs.
"I ain't a boy to be called, and ain't a dog to be hobbled to sit." He explained, "Tell me what it is you want with me, so that I can get back to dying."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 6, 2008 1:28:46 GMT -5
"You dying? I was not informed... what is this?" Tully looks confused.
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Post by bartelby on Apr 6, 2008 1:45:25 GMT -5
"Found him lying in the dirt, bone thin as now, practically making deals on which worms get which bodyparts, Bran." Arthur said, removing his riding gloves.
Grenn snickered. "Yes, Tully. All men die, some sooner than others. Just so happens a man who lives on money dies when he ain't got any left. Course, you wouldn't know anything about that."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 6, 2008 2:25:30 GMT -5
"You need gold?" Tully looks slight confused and offended, "I can provide gold."
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Post by bartelby on Apr 6, 2008 14:04:05 GMT -5
"Gold is gold. I am payed to kill, however. I'm a hired sword, and I don't accept charity. Though if you payed me to kill you, I would do it for free."
Grenn stretched outwards, yawning. "But all this talk of killing is boring me. So what did you want from me, Tully?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 6, 2008 14:58:04 GMT -5
He leans forward and explains his plans to Grenn, when he is done he leans back and asks, "Can you do that?"
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Post by bartelby on Apr 6, 2008 14:59:13 GMT -5
"Why father..." Grenn remarks, a roguish smile creeping across his face.
"I never knew you cared."
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Post by bartelby on Apr 6, 2008 15:38:38 GMT -5
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The next day, Grenn and a retinue, Ser Arthur Tully and Amory his squire included.
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Hope you all are well and happy.