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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 27, 2008 0:08:45 GMT -5
Keldon nods to the knight with the pliers and then walks out of the cell. He returns thirty minutes later hoping to be working with a much more pliable Dornish spy.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 27, 2008 0:12:44 GMT -5
///////////// the man's ribs look like a side of beef from where he has been pummeled, and from the way they hang limply, both calf bones have been shattered.
"His name is Matear, Ser Roger," says Roger as he puts the hammer down next to his other tools. "And he's ready to answer some questions.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 27, 2008 0:15:44 GMT -5
"What is your mission in Dorne?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 27, 2008 0:16:58 GMT -5
"get hired on as a guard at Godsgrace, and wait further instructions." He said, without any hesitation.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 27, 2008 0:20:17 GMT -5
"How were you to receive your orders and how were you supposed to communicate with your handler so that they knew you were successfully infiltrated?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 27, 2008 0:39:30 GMT -5
Eventually Ser Keldon had the answers he sought. He compared them with that of the others, and when finished, he made his plans.
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