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Post by Ollie on Oct 19, 2008 20:01:06 GMT -5
The harbor of Sunspear. The scents of salt, spice, seagulls, ships, and seamen are in the air.
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Post by Ollie on Oct 19, 2008 20:03:33 GMT -5
The trading vessel returns to Sunspear after it's long journey from King's landing. Coins exchange hands. Men depart and disperse into the crowd.
In a completely unrelated event, a pair of men untie a small, teak-colored skiff, and sail to the east.
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Post by Flex on Nov 19, 2008 17:02:53 GMT -5
A small merchant ship arrives at Sunspear, carrying Janos Sand and three other men.
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Post by Aerys on Nov 20, 2008 0:11:55 GMT -5
A trading ship from Lys, laden with the best Lyseni wine and captained by Tyrio Querini arrives in Sunspear Harbor.
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Post by wookie on Nov 20, 2008 3:43:22 GMT -5
The harbour master, a fat and harried looking man, scurries up to meet the new arrivals followed a bored looking scribe and some young servants. In the background some burly dockworkers watch with mild disinterest as they wait to unload the ships.
He pats the sweat from his bald forehead with a delicate looking hankerchief and greets each captain with a profunctory smile and enquires "Good morning gentlemen. What is your business in Dorne and how can I be of assistance?"
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Post by Aerys on Nov 20, 2008 4:06:19 GMT -5
Tyrio Querini looked the man up and down and grinned showing startling white teeth.
"Greetings my good man. We are out of Lys and have ventured to your fair land to trade some of our best wine. We have the Prince of Lys' own vintage on board."
He smacked his lips in appreciation.
"it's rather good stuff, even if I do say so myself."
If it were possible, he grinned even wider as if he found the whole matter highly amusing. Or perhaps his amusement was at the expense of the portly man standing in front of him.
"The Prince has also instructed us to be on the look-out for three other Lyseni ships that have ventured this way in the last six or so months. It appears that he has misplaced them. He's rather attached to his ships is our Prince. You wouldn't have come across them would you?"
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Post by wookie on Nov 20, 2008 4:46:29 GMT -5
"Misplaced?" the harbour master replied uncertainly
"No, you are the first Lyseni ship to come here for several months now. Rumours of the ironborn raiding again, and the other noble houses warring have kept all but the braavosi from our ports. Perhaps they have met some misfortune out at sea, yes?" he moped his forehead again as the hot dornish sun beat down upon them
"I could be of a mind to get you a good price for your goods though, should you wish it?" his eyes gleamed slightly with avarice "Perhaps, oh, 150 dragons per cask would be a fair price in these troubled times?" he said casually "I may even be persuaded to 'forget' certain levies and charges for some slight recompense" he says meaningfully
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Post by Aerys on Nov 20, 2008 6:54:10 GMT -5
Tyrio flipped the harbour master a couple of gold coins, laughing out loud as he did so.
"Of course. These are dangerous times in Westeros it appears. I think it may be in our interests to speak to someone....err...higher-ranked. If you can arrange that..." he jingled the money in the pouch hanging from his belt and paused briefly to let the message sink in, ".......well let's just say I would show my gratitude in the appropriate way."
He smacked his lips again.
"And would I be right in picking you as a connoisseur of fine wine, my good fellow?"
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Post by wookie on Nov 20, 2008 9:52:18 GMT -5
The fat man shows surprising dexterity as he catches the gold coins one after the other with one hand and, after he tests one with his teeth, they vanish into some hidden pocket in his tunic.
"My cousin's in the service of Lord Wyl in the army yonder," he gestures to the west of Sunspear harbour "That's about as 'high-ranking' as you'll find on the dockyard" he grins
"I'm sure he can wangle a meeting with Lord Dezial if that's what you're wanting. Lord Martell's gone North so that's about as important a person as you're likely to find hereabouts. And I'm a connoisseur of many things, my friend. One doesn't get this big" he slaps his ample belly with a bark of laughter "Without enjoying the finer things of life"
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Post by Aerys on Nov 23, 2008 23:07:21 GMT -5
Tyrio slapped his thigh in approval.
"Then Lord Dezial it is my good man. How soon can your cousin arrange it? A barrel of Pricne Daario's wine for a hundred dragons will be yours if the meeting goes to my satisfaction."
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Post by Horas on Dec 5, 2008 0:12:44 GMT -5
Lord Martell's flagship sails north from Sunspear. Several other Dornish nobles and knights travel with him.
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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