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Post by Ollie on Jun 11, 2008 4:14:48 GMT -5
As her brother pursed his lips, Myrrah hid her tinkling laughter behind a polite hand.
"I see," Olander started. "Tell me then what it is Horas Blackwood would have of me."
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Post by Horas on Jun 11, 2008 4:18:13 GMT -5
Ser Hugh spreads his arms wide. "In truth, my lord, my master instructed me to ask you what you would have of him. Many judge him by reputation, and find him untrustworthy, so he offers to prove himself worthy of your friendship."
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Post by Ollie on Jun 11, 2008 4:35:37 GMT -5
"There's a man in a position of power who deserves it not. He's an up-jumped wolf pup who has little spine and less wits, unfit to lead. Should someone gift me with a new wolf-skin cloak, I'd certainly be grateful."
He paused to take a sip of his cream-clouded tea. "But I'm a man of the North, Hugh of Oldstones. It seems to me a wolf should sit on it's throne, but a rightly wolf, one raised with wits and willpower, and with strength. I wouldn't dream of denying this wolf a pup of his own. After the wolf proves he's not as cockless as he is spineless, well then I'd gladly sleep a little warmer at night."
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Post by Horas on Jun 11, 2008 4:46:37 GMT -5
"Indeed?" Ser Hugh says, "I will pass your desire along. It shall be some time before action is taken, according to your request... but wolves are not so hard to slay, once you know the trick of it."
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Post by Ollie on Jun 11, 2008 5:04:45 GMT -5
"Keep in mind that it is only the pup I want slain. I would be displeased if the skins of a great number of my fellow northmen were delivered with the wolf's," he adopted the shadow of a smirk, "I am no Bolton, Master Hugh."
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Post by The Stranger on Jun 21, 2008 3:31:24 GMT -5
A disgruntled, bound, hooded Myrrah Reed is dropped off the back of a horse outside the Reed manse. The rider soon disappears from view.
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Hope you all are well and happy.