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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on Jan 28, 2009 7:21:18 GMT -5
The quarters of the king's master of whispers, currently held by lord Thadeus Thatcher.
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on Jan 28, 2009 7:26:08 GMT -5
Right after his meeting with Lord Royce, Lyn arrives to see the master of whispers.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 29, 2009 0:46:04 GMT -5
Thatcher's secretary lets him in, and sits across from him, "Lord Thatcher is detained. How may I help you?" The prim man played nervously with his frilled collar.
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on Jan 29, 2009 7:46:00 GMT -5
"Well, I am the deputy ambassador to Braavos and I would very much like to speak to lord Thatcher himself. Do not consider this an insult to your abilities and the knowledge of the businesses of your lord, it is just that I don't know why he wanted to see me in the first place." Lyn shrugged his shoulders
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Post by The Smith on Jan 29, 2009 10:12:46 GMT -5
"He summoned you? I was not aware of that?" The secretary asked.
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on Jan 29, 2009 13:27:48 GMT -5
"Lord Royce told me that I have to see him so that he might give me information about my mission in Braavos. I have to move there soon."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 29, 2009 23:32:13 GMT -5
Standing the secretary lifted a ledger from a table, "A man will come to you in Braavos he will hand you one of these ciphers. He is our man and will be our connection. He will provide you with information we acquire, and make appropriate introductions." He handed the ledger to Payne.
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on Jan 30, 2009 7:16:07 GMT -5
Lyn nodded "Thank you. I shall be leaving now, as I have to make my preparations for my trip. Have a nice day, master secretary." Lyn got up, bowed slightly and left the room.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 12, 2009 13:27:04 GMT -5
Owen arrives looking for Thadeus.
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Post by The Flint on Feb 12, 2009 13:39:38 GMT -5
After a short moment the bodyguard admits him, where Thatcher's secretary is standing behind a lectern.
"Ser Corbray for the Master of Whisperers I presume. Do you have an appointment?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 12, 2009 13:57:27 GMT -5
"No. I can wait... I have time", he said, leaning against the wall with the support of his right leg.
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Post by The Flint on Feb 12, 2009 14:05:56 GMT -5
"One moment please." the secretary entered into the rear room of the chambers, and reappeared a few minutes later.
"Lord Thatcher will see you now."
The secretary escorted Owen in, and than closed the door behind them. Thatcher was seated at his desk, his feet up.
"Lord Commander, to what do I owe the pleasure?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 12, 2009 14:08:30 GMT -5
"I doubt this will be pleasurable, Thatcher, I've come to discuss business... and nothing too fun either."
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Post by The Flint on Feb 12, 2009 14:39:22 GMT -5
"I enjoy my work Lord Commander. If you don't, you should find a new profession. What is the matter at hand?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Feb 12, 2009 14:41:21 GMT -5
Owen smiled, but did not respond directly. "I'm organizing a substantial war against King's Landing gangs and I want to enlist your help."
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