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Post by Borcas Redwyne on Feb 18, 2009 12:28:00 GMT -5
Alexander looked around. The guest chambers were better than he expected. He changed to the Redwyne colors and wandered what kind of man Lord Foster would be. But soon he decided to spend his time better than just thinking. Instead he unfolded his lute and started to play. After one or two ballads though, a servant appeared to tell him that his uncle was ready to see him. Alexander folded his lute carefully and followed him across the castle to Lord Foster's Solar.
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Post by The Flint on Feb 18, 2009 13:15:05 GMT -5
Lord Foster wore a slashed doublet of purple and red velvet, and seemed comfortable in a large plush chair.
"Alexander, welcome to the Arbor."
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Post by Borcas Redwyne on Feb 18, 2009 13:25:01 GMT -5
Alexander bowed before his uncle.
"My lord, it is most pleasant to see at last the homeland of my father. I wish to enter your service, if you would allow me. I hope that I can be of service to my House and my family. I have had enough of the Free Cities for a lifetime."
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Post by The Flint on Feb 18, 2009 13:48:42 GMT -5
Foster raised his eyebrow. "Well, you're a Redwyne aren't you?" he said, "I'd presumed you were already in my service should the family ever need you." He smiled and continued, " I can't say I blame you for tiring of the free cities. They were ever so more interesting before the shadow of the Titan turned them all into little Braavoses. Ser Betram tells me that you were quite adamant on your not being a knight. Since we know what you aren't, perhaps you'll enlighten me as to what you are. What services would you seek to provide for your family?"
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Post by Borcas Redwyne on Feb 18, 2009 14:04:24 GMT -5
"My Lord is ever so wise" Alexander said with a soft voice. "I was a trader and spokesman for my father's company back at Myr. I'm as good a negotiator as anyone of my age. I used also to gather the informations needed to a merchant, and, trust me, people would like the lot of them to be unknown. I believe my self a competent fighter with my blade." A pleasant smile formed in his lips. "And last but not least, you've never heard my lute".
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Post by The Flint on Feb 18, 2009 14:26:37 GMT -5
"You are your father's son." Foster said, although it was unclear if that was a compliment or not. "Well if you insist, I suppose I can find some use for you. I would like you to go to Highgarden, and speak to someone there about reports of recent Ironborn raids. The goal is find out whether its part of a larger Iron born effort, or just those Reavers being themselves. For sake of the Seven don't make any agreements or deals or anything else I don't trust Mandermen anymore than I do Ironborn. Just ask around, gather what information you can, and than report on the situation. Is that within line of what you viewed service as?"
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Post by Borcas Redwyne on Feb 18, 2009 14:40:51 GMT -5
"What is service is for my Lord to decide. I will do as you said. I'll sail tomorrow morning. Do I have your leave, uncle? I am weary of the ride."
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Post by The Flint on Feb 18, 2009 15:17:09 GMT -5
"As you please. Betram, see to it that Alexander is fetched for supper Also when he leaves tomorrow, arrange for a small detachment of men... say, six, to accompany him, for his safety."
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Post by Borcas Redwyne on Feb 19, 2009 2:06:56 GMT -5
<ooc thank ;D>
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Post by The Flint on Feb 19, 2009 9:20:28 GMT -5
<ooc: Your first post says "the day had almost ended..." so I figured it was moving towards supper time at least.>
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Post by The Flint on Feb 19, 2009 10:30:17 GMT -5
<ooc: Count yourself lucky I read any of your posts. I will edit.  > |
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Post by Borcas Redwyne on Feb 20, 2009 9:26:27 GMT -5
Alexander bowed once again and left the Solar. When he returned to his quarters called for the servants to prepare him a bath and send for Ser Bertram. He unfolded his lute again and waited for his bath.
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Post by The Flint on Feb 20, 2009 17:31:21 GMT -5
After a refreshing bath, Alexander is met in his sitting room by Ser Betram.
"Yes Alexander, how may I help you."
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Post by Borcas Redwyne on Feb 21, 2009 6:58:39 GMT -5
"Ser Bertram, please take a sit. I want to discuss two things with you, more or less related. I want to know more of my father's early age, he always talked about the Arbor but never about his memories. And I want also to know why he left. Whenever that was mentioned he became silent, all of a sudden. I know him more than he'd like to admit, and I don't believe he left the place he longed for everafter just to be a merchant. What's the strife between him and his brother?"
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Post by The Flint on Feb 21, 2009 12:27:40 GMT -5
"Lord Foster is truly his father's son. His blood is the sea, and sailing and fighting. Ser Barris, had different desires and urges. I suspect he took after his mother, more than his father. In any case, he became involved with some unsavory people, and was briefly disowned. You see he was serving in the court of the Mad Prince Aellion Targaryen in Braavos, and it was considered a slight on the family honor. Later I suppose he learned his lesson, at which time he went to Myr to become a merchant. Lord Foster and he later reconciled, and he was readmitted into the Redwyne fold, but they were never close."
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Hope you all are well and happy.