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Post by The Flint on Nov 11, 2008 12:19:15 GMT -5
"You can not. And I'll see your ten dragons, and add Rowan's platemail and horse, when I take them from him in the battle."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 11, 2008 12:26:59 GMT -5
Loren smiled genuinely, "I'll serve as judge, we'll need some wine left after we sent the Mander running and cut off the heads of the Dornish snakes. Besides someone has to be sober in the morning to ensure our forces continue their preparations."
Loren did not drink much if at all so it was clearly a bet he would lose.
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Post by Sam on Nov 11, 2008 13:25:34 GMT -5
"You're on, Cyrus." Samuel bellowed for a servant, and a pretty girl scurried up bearing two decanters of wine. "Ready?"
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Post by The Flint on Nov 11, 2008 13:45:50 GMT -5
"Ready as I am like to be."
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Post by Sam on Nov 11, 2008 17:10:13 GMT -5
Samuel laughs weakly, and winces, holding his stomach. His friends support him out of the hall, and he looks back to see Cyrus sleeping at the table. "Thenn drrragonsh... Shyrrush," he tried to say, and then laughed again, nearly causing him to vomit again. He leaned heavily on the shoulders of people he did not recognize, and was escorted up to his chambers.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 11, 2008 17:15:43 GMT -5
"Lemme joust.... Whaddya mean I'm not wearing any.. murrhmm' Cyrus muttered, as he traveled through wine induced dreamlands.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 12, 2008 9:28:48 GMT -5
Loren looks out towards the encampment once more and sighs, as the lights from the camp fire go out for the evening. He hoped the Far Reach would be able to do another celebration after the battle, then he turned waved good night to his brother and turned in for the night.
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