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Post by Ollie on Apr 23, 2008 1:13:07 GMT -5
Olander follows in turn, the maester's medicine taking effect.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 24, 2008 23:39:24 GMT -5
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Olander comes awake in the chambers quite a time later. His head athrob with fire, he called out for the maester. "Burleys... Where are the Burleys?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 24, 2008 23:40:06 GMT -5
"The who?" asks the Maester concerned that his patient has a concussion.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 24, 2008 23:41:31 GMT -5
"Clansmen," he snaps, every noise louder than any noise has a right to be. "The blue and white tartan. Burley. Where are they?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 24, 2008 23:48:01 GMT -5
"I do not know milord Reed, I am Lord Stark's Maester, not his Sergeant-Keeper of the Burleys."
the Maester chuckled, and went back to his business.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 24, 2008 23:50:10 GMT -5
With a lurch, Olander set his feet on the floor and left in a rush.
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