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Post by The Smith on Oct 16, 2008 23:48:58 GMT -5
This moderate inn lies near the northern gates of the city. Founded by a bastard son of Lord Manderly it caters to travelers from the Vale, and North.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 16, 2008 23:50:40 GMT -5
The thirty men check into this inn. Eustice Dustin rents out the whole inn. And soon some of the thirty are standing guard duty at all the entrances.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 22, 2008 8:56:25 GMT -5
A dirty hedge knight in battered mail enters the Winds of the North. He scans the room for the men of the Horned Wolf.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2008 13:07:14 GMT -5
The only men in the room are Northerners. They drink and talk among themselves, Lords and commoners sit next to each enjoying their food.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 22, 2008 13:09:08 GMT -5
He approached the barkeep.
"hail barkeep," He said, "Have you a drop of ale for an old King's Man?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2008 13:22:55 GMT -5
The Bar Keep looked up at the man, and then his eyes rolled over the man's shoulder. The Bar Keep stepped away. The dirty hedge Knight feels a hand on his shoulder, "This inn is rented out for the month." A tall man, with a scarred face looked down calmly into the Hedge Knight's face.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 22, 2008 13:32:12 GMT -5
The man look somewhat crestfallen. "I had heard my old lord had taken up residence, and I'm still good for a spot of work."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2008 14:17:43 GMT -5
The tall man chuckled, and pushed a lock of snow white hair from his face, "I am not sure what you have heard, but we do not want you Southrons gossiping like magpies about out our Lord."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 22, 2008 14:35:29 GMT -5
"I've not come to gossip, but to serve." the man said, straightening, "I served him once. I bore his shield, appointed by the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard. I was there with the Knight of Spottswood and the Duskendale Royce when Lord Benfry fell to the Basilisk. And than I was cast out on my ear when everything change, and made to wander. Templeton is the name. Was a knight of the king's men, once upon a time."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2008 14:42:12 GMT -5
The man looked at Templeton, reappraising him. "Who were you looking for Ser?"
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Post by The Flint on Oct 22, 2008 14:46:40 GMT -5
"Rickon of House Baratheon. They say he has come to the city after a long absence in the North. They say he travels the Gift, helping settlers and the like. It seemed... a worthy thing."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2008 14:50:12 GMT -5
The man nodded, "It is. Rickon does not take men in his service, we follow him of our own choice. If you want to ride North with us when we go, be ready."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 22, 2008 14:59:05 GMT -5
"I will. What is your name, may I ask?" Templeton asks. "How many men ride with Rickon? It seems like its a thousand." the knight gestured around the room.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 22, 2008 15:02:23 GMT -5
"I am Grant." He replied, "If you have fear, do not come. If you are a spy we have thirty men here, and Rickon could have brought three times as much if he had not forbid the men from coming. In the North he could probably summon up a thousand men to his call."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 22, 2008 15:14:12 GMT -5
"I'm not a spy, I'm just curious how many people felt the call, that's all." Templeton answered moodily. "Have many people tried to spy on you?"
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