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Post by Erik on Jan 31, 2009 20:01:28 GMT -5
"Of course, ser." The guard at the gate replies, leading Prester into the manor. They find Tyberion in his study, looking over some recent missives from the Westerlands. The guard closes the door on his way out.
Tyberion looks up from the desk and greets the knight. "Ser...Quentyn, isn't it? Welcome. When did you get to the city?"
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Post by Tytos on Jan 31, 2009 22:29:20 GMT -5
"Just this morn, M'Lord Lannister." Quentyn said, glancing around the study.
"This is a very fine Manor you have, Lord Lannister." Quentyn said, imagining himself behind that desk.
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Post by Erik on Jan 31, 2009 23:00:38 GMT -5
"Why thank you, ser. It cost enough, I should hope so. But I was tired of the inn that we had been in, and so..." Tyberion opens his arms in an expansive gesture, "Here it is. You'll be attending the ball we'll be hosting soon, of course?"
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Post by Tytos on Jan 31, 2009 23:07:29 GMT -5
"I believe the same can be said of the King and his Tourney Town." Quentyn stated, trying to suppress a grin.
"And yes, I certainly will be. I am eager to meet the Lords and Ladies of King's Landing firsthand."
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Post by Erik on Feb 1, 2009 1:33:31 GMT -5
"Good, good. I'm always happy to have another good Westerman in town. A touch of home even here in this den of thieves and whores they call a city. Anything you need while you're here, Prester, just ask."
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Post by Tytos on Feb 1, 2009 1:47:33 GMT -5
Quentyn nodded. "Thank you Lord Lannister, you're very generous." Quentyn said kindly. He hesitated for a moment, before saying, "I do need a place to stay..."
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Post by Erik on Feb 1, 2009 5:35:56 GMT -5
"Say no more. We've plenty of guest rooms, I'll have the servants get one ready for you. Stay as long as you like."
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Post by Tytos on Feb 1, 2009 12:12:00 GMT -5
Quentyn grinned, "Thank you Lord Lannister, it's an honor to stay here."
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Post by Erik on Feb 1, 2009 15:15:39 GMT -5
Lannister waves away the compliment. "Think nothing of it. A lord should take care of his friends and allies. Tell me, how fares your father? I hope he's recovering from his injuries."
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Post by Tytos on Feb 1, 2009 19:37:32 GMT -5
"My father has been nigh the same since. Frustrated at his crippled arm and his losses during the War, he fears he has lost his touch." Quentyn said sadly, shaking his head.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 10, 2009 16:47:51 GMT -5
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Owen Corbray arrives at the gates of the manor and requests an audience with Lord Lannister.
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Post by Erik on Feb 10, 2009 18:44:49 GMT -5
The knight is brought in by the guards to Tyberion's study, where he can be found reclining in a chair, reading. He looks up from his book when the door opens.
"Hello, ser. What brings you to my humble abode? You goldcloaks finally catch on to my clever little smuggling operation?" He asks, sarcastically.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 10, 2009 20:59:38 GMT -5
"I came to finally make your acquaintance, Lord Lannister. It had been my intention at your housewarming ball, but it seems you were swarmed the entire time." He offered a friendly smile. "I'm also looking for a bride, to put matters bluntly."
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Post by Erik on Feb 10, 2009 23:15:05 GMT -5
"Quite all right, quite all right, I understand, it was quite the party," Tyberion says, waving off the mention of his earlier attempt. When Corbray adds the last bit, he raises an eyebrow. "And how can I help you with that, ser, with three brothers, and a sister betrothed? My stepmother is likely a touch old for you."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 11, 2009 11:04:16 GMT -5
"Pardon my peculiar word choice, Lord Lannister. I meant that I am doing looking for a bride, as in on behalf of one. My younger sister Annelise that is."
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Hope you all are well and happy.