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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Jul 29, 2008 17:33:02 GMT -5
Brandon sits wearily in his tent, a stack of paper written down in his usual mix of bastard valyrian, Quartheen and Summer Island. He rubs his face as he thinks about what to do with the latest report.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 29, 2008 17:37:35 GMT -5
A men enters the tent, wearing the livery of House Appleton. He's a small folk looking man, in rusty chain and boiled leather, a chain coif covers his head, and he wears a kettle helm which obscures some of his face.
"'ello there Roger, seems you've been asking a lot of questions, looking to find a certain friend of ours. Well now, Roger's found you, 'e has. What do you want?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Jul 29, 2008 17:40:57 GMT -5
"How can I be sure that you really come from the one I've been asking to meet?" Brandon asked, not too surprised that the person didn't show up himself.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 29, 2008 18:08:01 GMT -5
"You called, he answered Roger. But I can tell you that he knows of your little rat poison salesman Reret. Ain't many Rogers who would know that little fact, is there Roger?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Jul 30, 2008 2:35:59 GMT -5
Brandon shook his head as he considered the fact, "No, there wouldn't be". Brandon paused wondering how to best make his case. "My... one of my cousins is curious about the late Hand's death, curious enough to want to investigate the matters. My whisperers have come up with nothing, and I doubt that it is because there's nothing to be found. Which means that well the network has been infiltrated, which is very likely". Brandon paused again.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 30, 2008 10:35:20 GMT -5
"Lord Irwyn's death is our concern, what is it that warrants the attention of a Roger like yourself?'
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Jul 30, 2008 15:56:10 GMT -5
"Ah so you are looking into matters, that is good. I might convince my cousin to lay of the matter then, too avoid confusion so to speak," Brandon said after a moment of consideration.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 30, 2008 16:01:17 GMT -5
The man shrugged, "four eyes is better than two, as long as ya'll agree to share. Seems to me, every Roger with half a brain knows what happened anyway."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Jul 30, 2008 16:09:35 GMT -5
"That may be so," Brandon said. "But there's not really any evidence, why one could pin the blame on Lefford. He didn't die before the reinforcements came so he was likely in charge of the westermen."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 30, 2008 16:19:19 GMT -5
"Evidence?" The man who called everyone Roger said, as he theatrically looked over his shoulder. "I don't see me wearing no cloak of gold. Evidence is overrated. That young lion has tried to sink his claws into every thing he could reach, and some things he couldn't. Spreading his agents out everywhere, even into Oldtown before we gave him a bit of how's your father and sent them packing. You'd do well to look after your home turf as well. Now that old fella ain't got no cause to be doing up Lord Irwyn like a pin cushion. No it was that young one, or my name ain't Roger."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Jul 30, 2008 16:28:46 GMT -5
Brandon actually doubted that his real name was Roger, but well he knew the truth of what he was saying. Agents in the Vale too? Seems as if he has been gone far too long.
"It's reassuring that you have the matter well in hand," Brandon said, then frowned. "I guess there's not much else to talk about. Well, I won't send any agents to Oldtown anytime soon, unless of course the need is great and if that's the case I'll notify you."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 30, 2008 16:34:40 GMT -5
"We'd appreciate the courtesy." He smiled. "Whats this mucking about with the Sealord. Word on the grapevine, is that you Rogers are making a play to take that slippery little eel off his throne eh?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Jul 30, 2008 16:46:49 GMT -5
Brandon grimaced, "That was more of Aranya's private vengance, than any plot of mine. Got my friend in some deep trouble with the Clegane business, but it pays to be patient and we have some plants in his palace. Been there for a while too without any contact so they should be out of suspicion".
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 30, 2008 16:55:46 GMT -5
"My employer said to pass along this, 'be careful with her friend the merchant. He may be a jolly cock-sucker, but he's a slippery devil too.'"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Jul 30, 2008 17:05:22 GMT -5
"Thanks," Brandon said as he mulled over the sentence, could Reret be the merchant? That didn't make too much sense. He muttered the sentence again. "Her friend, Aranya's friend?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.