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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 15, 2008 0:15:54 GMT -5
A spacious yet modest manse in the center of King's Landing.
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 15, 2008 20:49:08 GMT -5
Ser Wulf Pyke arrives to see Lord Lyreon Barclay, in each hand is a bottle of Tyroshi firewhisky.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 15, 2008 23:20:46 GMT -5
A red-blonde haired man peaks out from one of the windows at the top of the manse, and laughing can be heard. "Let him in! Let him in!", Lyreon says as he gets himself together for the Ironborn's arrival and a night of drinking.
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 16, 2008 5:13:29 GMT -5
Wulf grins as he enters the manse. When he sees Lyreon he raises the bottles and says, "I hope you did not have any plans tomorrow."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 16, 2008 9:34:31 GMT -5
"Of course, Ser! I give myself a good few days of 'relaxation' after any sort of celebration." He ushered Wulf up to his chambers at the top of the manse. "So how did you find the party?", he asks, before the drinks are poured.
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 16, 2008 9:37:55 GMT -5
"There were too many Braavosi, a sentiment I find myself feeling more and more these days. I was pleased to see my brother and sister though."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 16, 2008 9:39:18 GMT -5
"Rodrick does love those Braavosi", Lyreon said with a laugh, as he started to pour the wine in copious amounts.
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 16, 2008 9:43:51 GMT -5
"Rodrick loves nothing but warring, drinking and fucking," Wulf says, draining a cup with Lyreon to start, "in that he is almost Ironborn."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 16, 2008 9:49:10 GMT -5
Lyreon quickly drained two cups and laughed, "Right you are, my friend."
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 16, 2008 10:00:42 GMT -5
Wulf matched him drink for drink, "and you, Barclay, how did you find it?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 16, 2008 11:34:47 GMT -5
After Barclay drank another two he was starting to feel good, "Find what? Oh. Fine enough, although I was hoping Rodrick would make some ridiculous outburst."
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 16, 2008 13:21:53 GMT -5
Wulf laughed, "aye, he was something of a disappointment in that. I wonder what had him so reserved, he only managed to insult half the feast goers this time."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 16, 2008 14:15:19 GMT -5
"Right. I'm half-surprised he didn't try to take his wife then and there", Barclay said as he laughed, and then downed another cup.
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 16, 2008 14:18:39 GMT -5
Wulf chuckled and filled another cup for each of them, "I'm not sure who would have gone to cut him down faster if he had tried; myself or Brynden."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 16, 2008 14:20:58 GMT -5
"Haha! You're no fun, Ser Wulf...though I suppose she is your sister." He winked and took the cup, drinking thoughtfully.
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