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Post by The Stranger on Jun 23, 2008 1:31:40 GMT -5
Inside there was a short, thin man, with a long nose, and a thin strip of mustache, sitting at a table, eating a hunk of cheese off a dagger.
"Well hello there Steffen Lannister." The man said, "We knew you'd come sooner rather than later."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 23, 2008 1:35:26 GMT -5
Steffen looked a little wary, but hells, it was good to feel important.
"The promises a certain Lord Walder made were far too intriguing to avoid looking into further," he replied. "I'm guessing you know why I'm here."
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Post by The Stranger on Jun 23, 2008 1:36:14 GMT -5
"You want... Harrenhal." The man said, biting into his cheese, and smiling with delight.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 23, 2008 1:37:35 GMT -5
"To put it ever so bluntly ser, yes," the worm replied. This was the moment. Had he been played for a fool all along?
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 23, 2008 2:22:20 GMT -5
/////// Steffen leaves the Sleep's Nector, angrily shoving a drunk out of his path as he goes. He seems preoccupied.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 7, 2008 6:37:03 GMT -5
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A man sent by the Worm attempts to find the Sleeps' Nector in order to deliver a note, however he finds the place has strangely been converted into a butchers' shop.
Baffled, he returns to Ser Steffen.
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