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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 15, 2008 18:42:14 GMT -5
"Your grace is correct, he is indeed paying the taxes on the income which we know about. Although how he pays for those upgrades in his castles without some added income for which we have not accounted, I can't say. An audit might turn up answers, or it all may be as it seem." Justin shrugged, as though the matter was a simple matters of dragons and stags. "Ahh, an audit. What a clever idea, Lord Hightower." |
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 15, 2008 18:43:50 GMT -5
She smiled, and shrugged it off. "Never mind me; I'm sure everything will turn out for the best." She took his arm and they slowly walked along the room, Selyse nodding to people they passed. "Tell me your news, brother. How are the Harlaws? What's New Pyke like, in the Stepstones? Have you been travelling far abroad lately?" "The Harlaws are doing well, Qhored has had a daughter this last year and Balon a son," he said happily. A dark look passed Wulf's face at the mention of New Pyke. "I would not know about this so called 'New Pyke', sister. It's founder is the son of the man who had my brother killed and betrayed my father's house. He and his sister and brother continue to flaunt the name Greyjoy that Erik the False supposedly legitimised them too." Wulf snorts. |
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Post by The Smith on Oct 15, 2008 18:44:04 GMT -5
"Audit?" Rodrick tasted that word, "It seems a rather weak thing."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 18:45:09 GMT -5
"Although if his Grace is unconcerned, than I would not wish to trouble Lord Cedric on the matter." Justin hedged.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 15, 2008 18:48:28 GMT -5
Breck looked at Rodrick in thought and only said, "Hmm..."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 15, 2008 18:49:27 GMT -5
She smiled, and shrugged it off. "Never mind me; I'm sure everything will turn out for the best." She took his arm and they slowly walked along the room, Selyse nodding to people they passed. "Tell me your news, brother. How are the Harlaws? What's New Pyke like, in the Stepstones? Have you been travelling far abroad lately?" "The Harlaws are doing well, Qhored has had a daughter this last year and Balon a son," he said happily. A dark look passed Wulf's face at the mention of New Pyke. "I would not know about this so called 'New Pyke', sister. It's founder is the son of the man who had my brother killed and betrayed my father's house. He and his sister and brother continue to flaunt the name Greyjoy that Erik the False supposedly legitimised them too." Wulf snorts. Lord Barclay eyed the Ironborn man with some interest and hailed him as he got closer, extending his hand to shake with Wulf. "Hail, stranger. I am Lyreon Barclay of Sharp Point." |
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Post by Tytos on Oct 15, 2008 18:52:54 GMT -5
Pieter stepped forward, interrupting them. "Hail, Your Grace. I say march an army straight across and take those gold mines for yourself." Pieter jested, a grin in toe.
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Post by wookie on Oct 15, 2008 18:55:18 GMT -5
Wencel bit into a spiced plum and sighed with irritation
Sensing the onset of one of her husband's dark moods, Lady Danna whispered in his ear for a moment and stood, dragging him to his feet and into a space near the musicians and began to dance with him.
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 15, 2008 18:57:52 GMT -5
Lord Barclay eyed the Ironborn man with some interest and hailed him as he got closer, extending his hand to shake with Wulf. "Hail, stranger. I am Lyreon Barclay of Sharp Point." Wulf turned away from Selyse and takes the measure of the man who had interrupted his discussion at a poor time, for Wulf's mood was sour now. "Ser Wulf Pyke," he said with irritation, shaking the man's hand. "Barclay is it?" he asked, trying to place the name. "Where have I heard that before?" |
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Post by The Smith on Oct 15, 2008 18:59:40 GMT -5
"Pieter, I love you, but you could not take a brothel with three hundred men." Rodrick patted Pieter on the shoulder, "Leave war to the warriors." He motioned to himself.
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Post by Tytos on Oct 15, 2008 19:03:16 GMT -5
Pieter's smirk turned into a frown. "You would give me three hundred eunuchs to go to war?" Pieter asked, breaking out into a smile.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 15, 2008 19:05:13 GMT -5
Lord Barclay eyed the Ironborn man with some interest and hailed him as he got closer, extending his hand to shake with Wulf. "Hail, stranger. I am Lyreon Barclay of Sharp Point." Wulf turned away from Selyse and takes the measure of the man who had interrupted his discussion at a poor time, for Wulf's mood was sour now. "Ser Wulf Pyke," he said with irritation, shaking the man's hand. "Barclay is it?" he asked, trying to place the name. "Where have I heard that before?" "Lord of Sharp Point, Driftmark, Sweetport Sound, and Claw Isle? Aside from that, my mother once mentioned that our fathers were friends. Or something like that...it could well be believed too, for my fathers was a sea-loving man." He smiled, and then quickly added, "As am I." |
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 15, 2008 19:06:08 GMT -5
"Pieter, I love you, but you could not take a brothel with three hundred men." Rodrick patted Pieter on the shoulder, "Leave war to the warriors." He motioned to himself. "And who better for this all than his grace?", Breck said, pretending he hadn't seen Rodrick point to himself. In his head he sighed, feeling like he was in a farce. |
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Post by The Flint on Oct 15, 2008 19:08:07 GMT -5
Justin was glad he hadn't yet chanced to eat anything, for this sugary scene of false friendship was enough to make him ill.
"I believe I will take some air for a moment, it is quite stuffy in here, Lord Loren, if you'd be kind enough to join me?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 15, 2008 19:14:40 GMT -5
Rodrick smiled at Breck and Pieter, "Now, now lets not attack each other like cats. This is a party. We should save these little tiffs for Small council."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5