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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 6, 2009 14:00:47 GMT -5
He grasped his breast. "You wound me, sir! Deeply!" He set the drink down. "You insult the quality of my treachery and belittle my family history! Why, if I was a better man, I'm sure I'd react with genuine anger." He grabs one of those little pork sausage wraps as the tray passes by.
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Post by The Flint on Feb 6, 2009 14:03:23 GMT -5
"Those are absolutely delicious." Thatcher said, gesturing at the pork sausage. "And I am well aware of your family history, Lord Frey. I actually had the good fortune of working for an ancestor of yours back in the day. Not in matters of politics, of course. An interesting man with many interesting friends."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 6, 2009 14:08:51 GMT -5
"Oh? I was not aware of this... which ancestor might this have been?" There were so many of them.
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Post by Sam on Feb 6, 2009 14:09:35 GMT -5
Tyberion gets a broad grin on his face at the compliment. "Then I've succeeded," He replies to Tarly, "It cost a fair bit, but what's some expense if it's put to good use?" "Aye, that is the goal, at least while we're all trapped here. I imagine there's little use of being a Lannister if you're unwilling to spend your dragons," he said grinning. The Lord of Horn Hill lowered his voice and leaned a little closer to Tyberion. "Have you heard about the Ironborn? They supposedly sailed from the harbor with their full strength after the Hand told them to give the Shields back. It seems like we'll have another war on our hands before the year is out." |
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Post by The Flint on Feb 6, 2009 14:13:34 GMT -5
"Oh... I believe his name was Walder." Thatcher said, with a grin, realizing that narrowed the list down not at all.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 6, 2009 14:21:19 GMT -5
He imitated the other man's grin. "How much enjoyment do you get out of using your new position to mock those who previously could have had you whipped for such disrespect?"
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Post by The Flint on Feb 6, 2009 14:23:48 GMT -5
"Not as much enjoyment as I get out of fucking the wenches who wouldn't have looked at me before the Lord business was added to my name." Thatcher said, gesturing for his bodyguard who took a glass of wine from one of the wandering servants, sipped it, and than passed it on to his master, who took it, and examined the stem.
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Post by Erik on Feb 6, 2009 18:32:38 GMT -5
"Aye, that is the goal, at least while we're all trapped here. I imagine there's little use of being a Lannister if you're unwilling to spend your dragons," he said grinning. The Lord of Horn Hill lowered his voice and leaned a little closer to Tyberion. "Have you heard about the Ironborn? They supposedly sailed from the harbor with their full strength after the Hand told them to give the Shields back. It seems like we'll have another war on our hands before the year is out." Tyberion leans in a bit as well, whispering, "Aye, I've heard such things. But one should always be ready for an unexpected happening. That Qhored is a clever sort, and make no mistake." |
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 6, 2009 18:35:45 GMT -5
"Mmm... jolly. I see why Rodrick chose you."
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Post by Tytos on Feb 6, 2009 21:25:27 GMT -5
"There was no war to warrant this, only a fool of a man holed up in a keep. I expect that if the day comes, Frey will be treated much the same." Quentyn stated.
"A pleasure, M'Lady. I am Ser Quentyn Prester, no doubt you've heard of my father." Quentyn stated, smiling slightly.
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Post by The Flint on Feb 7, 2009 0:04:00 GMT -5
"Men of low stations are used to lives of service, I suppose his grace finds it makes us more reliable." Thatcher said, although he didn't seemed convinced.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Feb 7, 2009 1:08:24 GMT -5
"All of Westeros serves his grace. That's the trouble with being king, I suppose. Everyone insists they're 'reliable'... well, except for Lyreon here of course." He smiled thoughtfully, then scowled at Barclay. "Most of the room has tried to kill Rodrick, you should fit in! Last few hours, don't be a spoilsport."
The soon-to-be-executed prisoner wanders off, shadowed by dog-faced Tridentmen.
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Post by The Flint on Feb 7, 2009 10:55:51 GMT -5
Thaddeus nodded, "Reliable and loyal are not the same thing. Lord Barclay could always be relied on with perfect predictability. Perhaps not to do the loyal thing, or the wise thing, but still.... reliable in his fashion."
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Post by Sam on Feb 8, 2009 1:40:24 GMT -5
Tyberion leans in a bit as well, whispering, "Aye, I've heard such things. But one should always be ready for an unexpected happening. That Qhored is a clever sort, and make no mistake." "That is no lie, were glad for his aid during the recent, er... you know," Samuel said, faltering slightly. "Though it eventually availed little. It does make me a little nervous, having a base of Ironborn so close to my lands; I suppose I know now how your family has felt for centuries. On the other hand it's nice to know that he's got the Mander's balls in a vice, what little they have of them anyway. "Have you heard anything about when the King's Tournament will begin?" he asked, changing the subject. |
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Feb 8, 2009 11:08:04 GMT -5
Howland arrives along with Brandon. Brandon nods to Tyberion and Allyria before making his way to Loren. "How are you Loren?" he asked.
Howland greeted Tyberion and Allyria warmly kissing the laters cheek. "Stylish manor," he said.
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Hope you all are well and happy.