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Post by Ollie on Nov 4, 2008 0:15:01 GMT -5
"Pyke is so... coarse," Olivan said, after nodding politely to Helya as she appeared. "I much prefer the trappings of New Pyke myself. I'd prefer the North better than that, though. Would save both of us an extra trip if you'd take me there direct, and I can give you your steel. Though the contract wasn't completed, it was on my end of the bargin that wasn't carried out, not yours. Hiring your time will cost us just the same."
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Post by Erik on Nov 4, 2008 0:24:36 GMT -5
Jhorgo looks confused for a moment, begins to speak, pauses, and continues again. "Wait...so I would simply be given my father's weapon? Just like that? No tricks?"
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Post by Ollie on Nov 4, 2008 0:35:42 GMT -5
Olivan shrugged. "Yes. Just like that. No tricks. I hired you to sack a ship and kill a few men. You certainly were in the right place at the right time to do the right job. It was on our end that we failed to facilitate the target. You'll get your axe, provided you return me to the North. No sense in ruining the potential of a perfectly good alliance for nothing."
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Post by Erik on Nov 4, 2008 0:37:26 GMT -5
"Anywhere specific you'd like to go, frogeater, or can I drop you off on any old frozen shore?"
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Post by Ollie on Nov 4, 2008 0:39:12 GMT -5
"You can take me to the Neck. Or, if the notion of attack still prickles the hair on your balls, you can drop me at White Harbor. Either way, your item will be waiting."
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Post by Erik on Nov 4, 2008 0:40:39 GMT -5
"White Harbor is a ways further, and I'd rather get to Pyke sooner than later. You'll send a raven and we'll head for the Neck soon as we can."
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Post by Ollie on Nov 4, 2008 0:42:01 GMT -5
Later in the day, Olivan scribbles a message and sends it via raven flapping towards the north.
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Post by Erik on Nov 4, 2008 0:45:47 GMT -5
The next morning, all six of Jhorgo's longships set sail, a garrison of 50 men being left behind to keep the thralls in line.
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Hope you all are well and happy.