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Post by Tytos on Dec 12, 2008 22:09:26 GMT -5
"I can fight or lead men, and I'm decent with a bow. I can also be.. persuasive, when the situation calls. I know some of the more... unsavory arts, such as stealth and espionage, and even an art... many would call cowardly."
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Post by Horas on Dec 12, 2008 22:15:46 GMT -5
Horas nods. "By the King's decree I must stay in King's Landing. You, on the other hand, are free to return to Dorne if you please."
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Post by Tytos on Dec 12, 2008 22:26:18 GMT -5
Doran nodded. "Indeed. I may do just that. However, are there any specific tasks you wish done?"
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Post by Horas on Dec 12, 2008 22:34:35 GMT -5
A map of Dorne is unrolled on the table before them. Horas traces his hand across it idley, then stops, his finger resting over a certain point.
"It may be better if I do not know of specifics."
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Post by Tytos on Dec 12, 2008 23:01:50 GMT -5
Doran nodded. "It was good speaking to you Lord Martell, but I beg your leave, for I must prepare for the journey home." Doran stated, standing.
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Post by Horas on Dec 12, 2008 23:03:58 GMT -5
Horas nods. "There is no rush, Doran. Enjoy King's Landing if you can."
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Post by Tytos on Dec 12, 2008 23:06:38 GMT -5
Doran bowed. "Thank you, I will take some time to do so before I depart." Doran said, walking towards the door.
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