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Post by brigida on Apr 27, 2008 23:32:16 GMT -5
Tristeza smiled, ignoring Marei's comment, as she turned to her side, facing an anonymous door flanked by two guards, and fixed her with a mischievious look as she placed her hand upon the door knob. "If he tries to kill you...duck, or something. But try not to beg for mercy. It is unbecoming" she winked as her lips split into a wide grin, and she pushed the door open.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 27, 2008 23:36:20 GMT -5
Inside twenty men sit around a table, some are dicing. Four play a complicated card game. All wear fine Braavosi garments, and water dancer's blades. Three of the younger men look up to the two woman and nod before returning to the fine food laid out about the table.
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Post by Horas on Apr 27, 2008 23:39:25 GMT -5
"Your advice is welcome as always, Lady Tristeza," Marei smiles pleasantly. Then she enters the room without another word to the other woman.
Once inside, she waits for Tristeza's lead or for a representative of the Sealord to approach her.
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Post by brigida on Apr 27, 2008 23:41:00 GMT -5
Tristeza stood still, taking a cursory glance around the room, but ultimately fixing Marei with a steady gaze, and lifting her eyebrows. She said nothing.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 27, 2008 23:45:56 GMT -5
One of the men with a large scar down his face launches from the table screaming in his native tongue about cheaters and the death they deserve. Seeing the two woman he walks closer, bowing to Lady Martell he looks to the other woman, "How much for a song pretty bird? I would like to hear you sing."
Walking right up to her he smiled into her face, his hand reaching out to take hers.
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Post by Horas on Apr 27, 2008 23:51:38 GMT -5
"I have come to speak with the Sealord," Marei says, watching the man carefully and not taking his hand. "Is he here?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 27, 2008 23:53:05 GMT -5
Disappointed she won't take his hand the man nods, "Yeah he is over there." He gestures vaguely to the table, then walks over to a small table and pours himself some wine.
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Post by brigida on Apr 27, 2008 23:54:19 GMT -5
Tristeza stood, staring unblinkingly at Marei; if the Blackwater girl walked, she would follow, if she idled, Tristeza would stay.
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Post by Horas on Apr 27, 2008 23:56:24 GMT -5
Marei looks at Tristeza. "The Sealord is not in this room. I was under the impression you were leading me to him, my lady?"
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Post by brigida on Apr 27, 2008 23:58:36 GMT -5
"I led you only to whence I was instructed to lead you." Tristeza replied.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 27, 2008 23:59:04 GMT -5
The scarred man stepped back holding his wine, "Well some of us were informed that a different man was coming to visit. It looks like we are all disappointed, poppet."
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Post by Horas on Apr 28, 2008 0:00:43 GMT -5
Marei looks back at the scarred man. "Obviously you were misinformed. I have not come here to play games. Will you lead me to the Sealord or should I depart?"
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Post by brigida on Apr 28, 2008 0:02:13 GMT -5
Tristeza looked between them; "Well..." she said unpreturbedly, "Perhaps you two can negotiate. You are both seconds in command," she smiled amiably at Marei, though there was an icy look in her eyes.
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Post by The Smith on Apr 28, 2008 0:03:00 GMT -5
"It seems like you were equally misinformed, for you will be meeting with me, and not Sergyo." Then he barked a lazy laugh, "Something else you have incorrectly. You will not be leaving at all, until I am done with you."
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Post by Horas on Apr 28, 2008 0:05:20 GMT -5
"Petty," Marei remarks. "The Sealord was the one who requested this meeting. Speak your piece on his behalf."
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Hope you all are well and happy.