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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 11, 2008 20:32:44 GMT -5
Brandon grins and makes his way to the crawlspace with the apple in hand.
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Post by The Stranger on May 11, 2008 20:40:09 GMT -5
Brandon goes unimpeded to the crawlspace, crawling up inside to the heavy oak door.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 11, 2008 20:41:41 GMT -5
He tries to open the door with the key.
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Post by The Stranger on May 11, 2008 20:43:31 GMT -5
The door swings open.
Inside he sees a small room, no bigger than his own cell. with a single bed of straw. Laying on the bed, is a thin, half starved man, with long stringy grey hair. His clothes hang from him like rags, although the patch of House Uller is visible on his breast.
He appears to be asleep.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 2:52:41 GMT -5
Brandon nudges the man with his foot, "Wake up"
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 10:28:32 GMT -5
"Find him, kill him," the man mutters sleepily apparently dreaming, "find him and kill him now."
He does not wake up.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 10:30:08 GMT -5
"Kill who?" Brandon asks in the off chance that the man might utter the name in his sleep.
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 10:49:02 GMT -5
"He's in the Attic. Kill him now!" the man mumbled sleepily, and turned over, his back to Brandon.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 12:35:41 GMT -5
Brandon tries to slap him awake.
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 12:58:27 GMT -5
"Gah!" the man yells, as he is violenty awoken. "What, how, how did you get in here?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 13:02:03 GMT -5
Brandon motions to the key in the door. "I found a key. Who are you and why are you in here?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 13:04:21 GMT -5
"I'm Maester Gunder. And they locked me up here." He says, his eyes darting around nervously. "The Ullers practice the blackest of magic, and when I protested... they imprisoned me."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 13:08:37 GMT -5
Brandon narrows his eye on him, "Maester Gunder you say, I met a man in the library a few weeks ago who also called himself Gunder. Then another Maester Niman said he had been dead for the last twenty years or so. How come they didn't kill you?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 13:23:12 GMT -5
"I don't know." the man said, nervous, he seems to look past Brandon more than at him, "I think it amused them to torture me this way."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 12, 2008 13:44:49 GMT -5
"Who practiced the black magic and what kind was it?"
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