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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 15, 2008 21:36:16 GMT -5
"Grandfather never told me anything about that. Mayhaps he told Bealor, but thought I was too little. I dont think my family purposly intend to make feuds with your family." She said with a small smile.
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Post by Erik on Dec 15, 2008 21:50:57 GMT -5
"Well, that is a mercy." Tyberion tells her, smirking. "But Haley, whether it's intended or not, the feud exists. It would be no trouble, save for how I feel about you." He slides his hand across the table, rubbing the back of hers lightly with his fingers.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 16, 2008 7:02:54 GMT -5
Haley jumped at the slight touch, not expecting it. She smiled at Tyberion.
"But we hardly know each other My Lord."
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Post by Lord Balon Harlaw on Dec 16, 2008 13:01:08 GMT -5
Hrolf Sparr saunters into the tavern, glancing about briefly at the various patrons. He settles down near to the fire-pit, idly honing an axe-blade over his knee.
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Post by Fel on Dec 16, 2008 13:12:00 GMT -5
Rodrik Blacktyde takes a seat beside Hrolf and hands him an ale.
"Hrolf Sparr, isn't it? I hear tell you're competing in the tourney; we're gonna make those greenlanders wished they'd never dreamed of a shiny white cloak."
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Post by Lord Balon Harlaw on Dec 16, 2008 13:53:57 GMT -5
Glancing at his new companion, Hrolf smirked mirthfully, accepting the ale with a nod.
“Aye, they’ll be running back behind their mother’s skirt with axes jammed up their asses.”
After a savored swig of ale, the ironborn set his axe aside and regarded Rodrik.
"Competing yourself, hmh?"
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Post by Fel on Dec 16, 2008 16:30:44 GMT -5
"That they will," and there was a note of violence in his voice, like he was ready to fight some greenlanders then and there.
"Do you serve on a ship, Hrolf?"
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Post by Lord Balon Harlaw on Dec 16, 2008 16:43:53 GMT -5
In answer, Hrolf half-shrugged.
“The Harlaw, from time to time. Though Balon was not greatly pleased that I stayed in King’s Landing. Angry he cannot stay himself I'd wager.”
Hrolf chuckled briefly, smiling. “You’re Rodrik Blacktyde, sails with Pyke, ey?”
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Post by Fel on Dec 16, 2008 17:04:57 GMT -5
Rodrik chuckled at the mention of Wulf, "aye, use to be that bastard's first mate, got my own ship now though."
"A shame Harlaw sent Balon away, we could have used his scythe during the tourney. I saw him fight at the Shields, a good warrior."
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Post by Lord Balon Harlaw on Dec 16, 2008 17:16:05 GMT -5
Hrolf grinned wickedly.
“Aye, at least now the Greenlanders won’t all be soiling those pissing white-cloaks before we get to them.”
“More 'knights' for you and I to thrash,” he raised his mug in jesting toast, chuckling.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Dec 16, 2008 18:42:55 GMT -5
Orillion walked into the Tavern and looked around a bit. Finally picking a spot at the pit next to Rodrick and Hrolf."Hello, nice to meet you", Orillion greet the to men.
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Post by Lord Balon Harlaw on Dec 16, 2008 18:51:23 GMT -5
Hrolf arched a brow at the newcomer, giving him the once over.
“I’m sure it is…And you are?”
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Post by Fel on Dec 16, 2008 20:33:48 GMT -5
Rodrik looked at the newcomer, he furrowed his brow, before remembering who it was. "You're Drumm's boy, aren't you? Orin or somesuch, right?"
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Post by Erik on Dec 17, 2008 1:17:32 GMT -5
Haley jumped at the slight touch, not expecting it. She smiled at Tyberion. "But we hardly know each other My Lord." "Trivialities, trivialities." Tyberion's hand moves down to hold hers, his thumb still running over her fingers. "We can always get to know one another better, though I fear it would mean more sneaking and skulduggery. Not that that could ever hope to stand between me and my heart's desire." |
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Dec 17, 2008 2:30:36 GMT -5
She blushed again, and smile shyly.
"So long as my brother doesnt find out!"
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Hope you all are well and happy.