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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 17, 2007 3:22:01 GMT -5
Aerie ignored his carping and felt a sensation of calm diffusing though her. “It depends on what you are working in,” she said carefully, stealing a quick glance to the door to ensure Marina wasn’t near.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 17, 2007 3:44:11 GMT -5
Piers shakes his head, "What does it matter what I say. You will not believe it anyway."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 17, 2007 20:48:41 GMT -5
"I think I should be the decider of that," she said without enthusiasm, knowing he had the right of it this time.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 17, 2007 22:58:47 GMT -5
Piers smiles and shakes his head, "Have you heard of the Cult of the Dead god?"
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 17, 2007 23:08:26 GMT -5
“I’ve heard Horas mention it a few times, but I don’t know too much about it myself,” she admitted, wishing she had given it a little more interest.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 18, 2007 0:05:02 GMT -5
"They are but one of my enemies. They are corrupting people convincing them to worship this dead god. They have also attacked the last remaining lines of Targaryen blood. Like Lady Becca Arryn, and The Worms' wife and baby children." Piers replied. "Would you like to help me with them or is that not something you would be interested in?"
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 18, 2007 22:29:39 GMT -5
Aerie's curiosity gave way to detached speculation. She had not known what she was hoping for, but it wasn't this...No when she still--she pushed the thoughts away roughly. "Jast wished for you to involve me in this?" she queried skeptically, trying to read his face.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 18, 2007 22:44:45 GMT -5
"I know you want me to send you after Tyrell. But I will put it plainly, Barret is not my enemy, he is not my friend. But when I wake in the night with cold sweats I am not thinking of a rose." Piers pauses and picks up a bowl of fruit and offers it Aerie, "Fruit? If you want revenge on the man you must do that on your own. I have different goals."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 19, 2007 22:45:36 GMT -5
"What sort of help would you be requiring?" she sighed noncommittally, waving away the fruit in vexation. Piers had always been purposefully odd. The difficulty was figuring out what the purpose behind the oddness was.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 20, 2007 13:37:38 GMT -5
"To be fair, I could just request the King's Justice some of these men are commiting crimes that they should be punished for. In the ultimate manner." Piers replies.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Oct 21, 2007 0:10:31 GMT -5
“Well, you always have set others to do your work for you,” she bit back nastily, remembering how the last time she had done something for Piers, she had ended up scrubbing bedpans and mopping vomit for a week. She sighed and became innocuous. “I suppose I can look into it if this cult plagues the entire Realm. Rest assured I am done conducting private ‘business’ with you, Lord Piers.” Something in her throat strained her voice.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 21, 2007 4:18:59 GMT -5
"Lady Aerie you forget that I am Hand." Piers replied in a calm voice, "If I were to command you to stand on your head you would nod, and ask how long?"
Piers looked at her for a long minute, "There is a Cult temple I have narrowed down its location to Dorne. If you can find it, try and capture a cultist alive please. We need information."
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Hope you all are well and happy.