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Post by Flex on May 20, 2008 12:56:37 GMT -5
Darien chuckled. He was absolutely not surprised that this woman was enganged in such a competition. He watched her and Harral down they tankards for a while and then turned to the Ironborn next to him. "Does she stand a chance or will I have to carry her back to her ship?"
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2008 13:01:27 GMT -5
Rolf returned with Yozs. "Here he is, my lord."
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Post by The Stranger on May 20, 2008 13:13:11 GMT -5
"She'll beat Harral, just like she beat the other two." The man said, with a hiccup.
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Post by Flex on May 20, 2008 13:15:40 GMT -5
"Other two...?" Darien was amazed but nodded at Rolf and Yozs as the two men entered. Yozs had a dark look on his face and Darien knew the man was more than just angry at him. He was his bodyguard after all - if Darien died he knew Yozs would feel responsible.
Darien waited for Harral to collapse and then walked over to Asha, sending Yozs to order a round for the men at the table.
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Post by The Stranger on May 20, 2008 13:27:46 GMT -5
Harral did indeed collapse, and an Ironborn dragged him from his place, and let him lay on the floor, as Darien took a seat.
"Hullo GreenStone," Asha slurred, "Finally out of bed lazy bones?"
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Post by Flex on May 20, 2008 13:30:22 GMT -5
"Hah, more like half-dead bones." He grabbed the tankard that was brought to him and took a big sip, as Yozs sat down next to him. "I just came to enquire on where you've brought the things I won off your brother."
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Post by The Stranger on May 20, 2008 13:36:26 GMT -5
She points towards a sack sitting beside her, along side a spear, a damaged shield, and armor with several holes in it.
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Post by Flex on May 20, 2008 13:43:18 GMT -5
"I see." Darien leans over, opens the sack and looks inside.
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Post by The Stranger on May 20, 2008 14:03:25 GMT -5
Inside the larger sack is a hefty pouch filled with gold dragons and silver stags, a series of ten gold and jeweled rings on a silver chain, a embroidered belt with a sheathed dagger. The dagger is plain, the but the sheath is made of some kind of ivory.
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Post by Flex on May 20, 2008 14:10:43 GMT -5
Darien whistled before shutting the sack again. He took another sip from his ale and looked up at Asha. "And what have you been doing these past few days? Drinking and fighting?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 20, 2008 18:12:07 GMT -5
"Looking after you you big jerk. This is the first I've been able to get away and you come and start bitching. You'd think you were my Rock wife!" She laughed, and the men laugh with her.
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Post by Flex on May 20, 2008 18:16:10 GMT -5
Darien didn't need these men laughing at him - especially not after nearly dying. He calmly put his ale to his lips and downed the whole mug, grabbing hers when he was done and drinking it as well. He wiped his mouth and stared at her. "If I'm such a big jerk, then why did you look after me?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 20, 2008 18:33:27 GMT -5
"Order us two more ales, and sit down boy, you've got a lesson coming to you." Asha said with a growl.
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Post by Flex on May 20, 2008 18:37:24 GMT -5
Darien smiled an nodded at Yozs, who gave him a doubtful glance, before going to the bar and buying two ales. He returned with them and set them down on the table. "Now then, Asha. Teach me." Darien said with a smile, his blue eyes studying the woman's face. He knew it was probably a bad idea to be so wreckless, but that was exactly what this woman did to him.
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Post by Flex on May 20, 2008 20:11:21 GMT -5
It was the next day that Darien returned to the tavern. He had woken up in a sweat, thrown up as much as he could, and now, still feeling a little queezy from the night before, entered the 'fine establishment'. He knew there was only one cure for a hangover - Keep drinking. He ordered himself an ale and looked around for someone he might vaguely know.
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Hope you all are well and happy.