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Post by The Stranger on Apr 13, 2008 18:25:00 GMT -5
"yes Lord Irwyn, we will do our best." Flea bows.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 13, 2008 18:29:08 GMT -5
"Thank you Flea, when this war is over we will have to take the confusion out for a hunt, the rabbits must be growing fat with no men around to keep their numbers down."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 13, 2008 18:33:41 GMT -5
Flea smiles. "They'd like that milord. If your hawk still remembers how to fly, from all its time sitting on its perch getting fat."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 13, 2008 18:36:51 GMT -5
Alexander smiles, "indeed he must be famished as she is only supposed to feed when she flies from the hand." He smiles and opens the Solar door for Flea to leave. He knew that the network would find and kill Tristeza, the Dornish Princess could not run forever, not with Francis's whisperers on the trail. He sighed and went back to writing his letter to the Lord Regent Smith.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 13, 2008 18:43:26 GMT -5
Flea disappears.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 15, 2008 20:20:22 GMT -5
Flea reappeared many many days later. He looks like he has been riding hard.
"Lord Irwyn." He says with a smile. "How are you?"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 15, 2008 20:26:03 GMT -5
"Well I could use some good news Flea to be honest."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 15, 2008 20:29:50 GMT -5
"Couldn't we all. The shadows are getting darker Irwyn, alot more players in the game now. Fucking Royces for one. Lady of Duskendale is the Master of Whisperers now, unofficial title though it maybe, and she's already stuck her dick in my operations."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 15, 2008 20:34:23 GMT -5
"What is she asking for?" Alexander asks expressionless.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 15, 2008 20:39:40 GMT -5
"Wants me to serve her. I told her where to stick it. Anyway, we have an understanding now. Tristeza Martell is the Sealord's latest plaything. In the palace like that, she's invunerable. Even Lord Varner couldn't get her. Also there is a Targaryen in Braavos now. But we're already moving to infiltrate, so I don't think it will be a problem. Lord Coldiron is seeking to become Master of Ships, in case you care about politics. Also he stole Tallahar Tyrell's Roseblood and turned it into an axe. But fuck Tallahar anyway...milord."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 15, 2008 20:52:54 GMT -5
"Fuck Tallahar indeed. So have the Martells gotten anywhere with Braavos support? Or is the Sealord just going to string her one with no intention of aiding her in her foolish enterprise?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 15, 2008 20:55:17 GMT -5
"All Dornish have been given leave to reside in Braavos without harassment, but if that's all Tristeza got for playing hide the snake with the Sealord, well than, that's a pretty raw deal."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 15, 2008 20:58:58 GMT -5
"Indeed, although even the Sealord is probably nervous about losing any of his precious ships especially when Dorne's future looks so certain now."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 15, 2008 21:16:15 GMT -5
Flea nods vigorously. "So... anything else I can do for you? The Martell is safe until she leaves the palace, so that' a dead end I'm afraid, but we'll be waiting."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 15, 2008 21:21:24 GMT -5
"Is there any news in Kinglanding? I feel isolated being the only commander left here to deal with the problems that could arise. I just want to make sure that the rat are not going to come back while the cats are away. If that makes sense?"
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