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Post by Horas on Nov 21, 2008 19:07:25 GMT -5
Delivered to every keep and tavern in the West.
To the True Lords of the West,
I, Martyn Lefford, hereby disregard any agreements the coward Cedric made with his fellow tyrant. The Westerlands will not kneel and the only way Rodrick will see our men and lands and wealth by his side is when we flank him. I do not know what plans his heirs have made, but if they or any true Westermen desire to discuss our fate with steel in their eyes and the lion’s roar in their throat, I invite them to join me in the Golden Tooth.
Lord Martyn Lefford
PS. Fuck you, Rodrick
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