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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 17:41:39 GMT -5
Euric had to laugh. "Turns out I entertained one of the princesses. Alysanne." He indicated the half empty flagon of wine. "I tell you, that is one thing I didn't expect to be doing after the battle, should I have survived it."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 17:44:35 GMT -5
"Shouldn't we be compensated for all the grief we've been through?" he asked with a wink. He took the half empty flagon and poured the two of them drinks. "To warmer weather?", he said as he raised his cup.
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 17:52:48 GMT -5
Euric nodded an raised his cup too. "Warmer weather; and a fine princess in bed." He grinned before he downed his cup, cringing slightly at the feeling it gave him when it entered his otherwise empty stomach.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 17:54:47 GMT -5
"Aye!", he said as he downed his cup, and laughed when he saw Euric react to the wine. "On our empty stomachs a few more of these cups will get us drunk."
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 17:57:47 GMT -5
"I think I'm already getting there." He said with a forced smile. "Waking up an immediately drinking is not one of my favourite pastimes." Nevertheless he emptied the flagon into both of their cups. "Then again, we just defeated an army of the undead... we can do anything we want!"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 18:00:35 GMT -5
"I'll drink to that!", Imry said, and right before he put the cup to his lips he began to feel the alcohol in his blood.
After half a minute of silence Imry looked to the Dayne, "So you will rejoin the Targaryens when they march south?"
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 18:02:48 GMT -5
"Of course." He replied, idly knocking his empty cup off the table. "There is nothing here in the north and I will not ride under this Baratheon King."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 18:04:44 GMT -5
Imry nodded in understanding. He could feel the alcohol fully now but his tone remained sober. "I have something to ask you... a favor perhaps too soon asked."
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Post by Flex on May 28, 2009 1:12:00 GMT -5
"Tell me; perhaps there is something I can do." Euric replied. He didn't like the sound of it but Imry had been a good friend to him; not the closest but a solid one.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 1:13:46 GMT -5
"Return with me to Braavos one day...", he said with some melancholy, pronouncing 'Braavos' with every bit of his local accent. He paused and let silence fill the tent for a moment. "Are you familiar my history?".
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Post by Flex on May 28, 2009 7:39:57 GMT -5
"I have seen the city of rivers when I was but very long." Euric started, his gaze sweeping across the room before settling on Imry. "And of your history I have heard brief tales... something about the Sealord."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 11:04:27 GMT -5
"I was born and raised in Braavos. My parents lost all their wealth when I was fifteen and I left home to become a bravo... somehow I lucked out and earned myself a spot in the Sealord's guard. It only went up from there... I became the star of Braavos, the Sealord's First Lord. But it all fell apart when I got drunk and ended up in the chambers of the Sealord's wife."
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Post by Flex on May 29, 2009 2:06:48 GMT -5
Euric had to stifle a laugh, though it was one of compassion. "I assume he wasn't very happy about that. If there is one man who values his honor more than his skin it is the Sealord of Braavos."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 29, 2009 10:49:56 GMT -5
Imry gave a weak smile. It was true, but he detested all talk of the Sealord. "Apparently he deemed his honor more than the life of his wife and my unborn child, too."
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Post by Flex on May 29, 2009 11:26:49 GMT -5
"What are the lives of three men to someone like the Sealord?" Euric asked, sarcasm heavy in his voice. He found another flagon of wine and opened it, pouring two glasses. He raised his and smiled. "To the Sealord."
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Hope you all are well and happy.