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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Jul 12, 2008 22:51:54 GMT -5
The Knight of Ninestars watched the proceedings passively, noting the behaviors and actions of the foreign men before the one was killed and the others dragged off.
'Their faces are not of the Summer Islands like their masks suggest, so they are not from the immediate south...' he began thinking... 'Yet I still wonder where these men reign from. Their banners suggest the far east, yet somehow they emerge from the western Jade Sea. Their ships and armor, along with their banners and battle formation are all very much like that of Westerosi customs, yet their language is nothing I've heard of before. Was that man praying, or commuting, I wonder...'
When the body was finally thrown over the battlements, Templeton looked out to the masses of the foreign army, before looking back to the reinforced Deep Den.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 12, 2008 23:17:52 GMT -5
Lord Duncan watched the proceedings silently, while the soldiers in the courtyard jeered and yelled. "Are you not going to question them, Ser?" he asked Cedric softly so that his voice did not carry across the courtyard. Inwardly he wished that his father were present; one of Jaymes Farman's talents lay in the skillful extraction of of information from captives. Cedric looked at the lad, "They do not speak our language. We can ask a lot of questions, and they will not answer."
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Jul 12, 2008 23:20:37 GMT -5
"I do doubt any would be willing to teach us their language, none the less," Gawain said.
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