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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2008 13:59:19 GMT -5
"Lord Loren is right. They will side with those perceived to be the stronger party. We will have need of additional friends."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 16, 2008 14:05:04 GMT -5
"Of course the more we stretch out our hands the more likely we are to have one chewed off. Friends are easy to find in King's Landing, true allies. . . now that is a different story and alliances here tend to shift with the wind."
"It would need to be friends with like minds and not content to run at the first sign of a setback. I wouldn't even know where to start, especially when were not sure who the true enemy is and mistrust amongst the Kingdoms is about as high as the interest on the Crown's Braavosi debt."
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 16, 2008 14:05:18 GMT -5
Wulf nodded, "that is true, but it is not the strength of the Ironborn to form friendships and seek out alliances with other regions, this is a rare occurence. I leave the dipomacy to you lords."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2008 14:10:07 GMT -5
"Indeed." Justin says, "We'll undertake this effort Ser." He nodded. "If we have matters for the Lord of Pyke, it is appropriate to bring them to you to transmit the message?"
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Post by The Drowned God on Oct 16, 2008 14:13:23 GMT -5
Wulf nodded, "aye, for as long as I am in the city, in any case. It is good we have come to an understanding, I will take my leave now. Good night Lord Hightower, Lord Irwyn."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2008 14:14:51 GMT -5
"good night Ser Wulf, fair well."
The two guardsmen showed the ironborn man out the way he'd come.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 16, 2008 14:32:05 GMT -5
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When Ser Wulf was out of earshot, Loren turned towards Justin, "You know its not really our strength to make friends either. We have barely reconciled with the Mander and some of them are our kin." Loren turned his attention back to the chicken which has cooled considerably.
"I also worry that separating the Braavosi from the Crown might prove difficult, which would place us in a real legal predicament should we agitate action. While I trust Ser Wulf's word in this regard, the Ironborn have the entire sea as their defenses."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2008 16:21:17 GMT -5
"I don't have any doubt that if things went bad they would wash their hands of us. We can walk this line carefully. See which of the Lords have the concerns that we do. And since we can not trust in our ability to make friends, we shall trust in their ability to make enemies."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 16, 2008 16:37:14 GMT -5
"As you say, though history has shown the only time the other realms look to us is when they are in a mess so deep they can't get out on their own. Speaking of friends, what do you know of Lyreon Barclay?"
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Post by The Flint on Oct 16, 2008 16:40:36 GMT -5
"The Barclays were against the Crow in the Coup. And they had something to do with the events which led to the Avery Baratheon treason trial and events. I don't know they are friends of ours. They are closely related to Lord Dondarrion I believe."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 16, 2008 17:28:21 GMT -5
"Well thanks for the chicken I'll see you in the morrow."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 21, 2008 14:05:32 GMT -5
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Lord Dondarrion arrives with several of his retinue at the Burrow, requesting an audience with Lord Hightower.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 21, 2008 14:07:30 GMT -5
The guards observe the entourage from the windows. As the Lord Hand steps into the gatehouse and beneath the murderholes. Finally the heavy gatedoors open, and he is permitted inside.
"Lord Hand. Welcome to the Burrow. Lord Hightower is in his solar, you may join him at your leisure. If your men will come with me, we can see to food and drink for all."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 21, 2008 14:08:57 GMT -5
"Thank you, ser", the Hand says, as he motions his men forward to do as the guardsman offered. He then followed one of the household attendants to Hightower's solar, where he waited politely outside the door to be announced.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 21, 2008 14:11:09 GMT -5
The Lord Hand is shown in immediately. Lord Hightower is sitting behind his desk, and he stands when Breck enters.
"Milord Dondarrion, welcome to the Burrow. What can I do for you this evening?"
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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