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Post by Erik on May 27, 2009 23:11:06 GMT -5
"Fuck me, we're rebelling?" Ragnor asks, looking up from the fire. "These Southron pussies need time to rebuild, girly."
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on May 27, 2009 23:14:16 GMT -5
Drumm shook his head at the man, he is the type of person who gives us Iron Born a bad name. He finished his soup and sat on a log watching the conversation.
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Post by Erik on May 27, 2009 23:22:25 GMT -5
Ragnor catches Drumm's shaking head out of the corner of his eye. He takes a swig of his drink before responding.
"Yes, Drumm? Have I offended your Northern sensibilities?"
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Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 0:00:18 GMT -5
The heavyset soup ladeler smiles at the conversation unfolding before him. "You're calling them southron?" Nute looks at Ragnor, giggling through his filed teeth, "Isn't that a bit like the crow calling the raven black?"
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Post by Erik on May 28, 2009 0:12:02 GMT -5
"A bit, perhaps," Ragnor answers, "but who can quibble with such details? If these men are Southrons, can I not call them Southrons, despite where I may have been born?"
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Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 0:21:44 GMT -5
Nute shrugs. "If you like, I suppose. Just seemed a little silly to me. Stew?" He motions at the boiling pots.
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Post by Sam on May 28, 2009 0:41:39 GMT -5
Upon hearing that this man was a bastard child of the line of the cursed king, Cedric Lannister, Simon could barely hide his disgust. "A manderman and westerman in one? You certainly live up to your heritage, Ser," he said sardonically before turning his back on the knight and princess.
"I'll have some of that stew," he said to the server, and offered out his flask. "I'll trade you for a swig."
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Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 0:47:57 GMT -5
Nute fills a bowl, then takes a swig of the offered whiskey. He grins and licks his lips, then hands the flask back along with the bowl. "I haven't had a drink that good since I was on the Watch," he smiles. "And who are you, if I may ask? Some great southron lord, I have no doubt."
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Post by Sam on May 28, 2009 0:50:18 GMT -5
Simon grunted, taking back the flask, having a drink, and then taking the bowl as well. "Tarly. Not so great, I prefer Simon. Though, considering who didn't survive this campaign I suppose I am one of the greater lords of the south."
He chuckled slightly. "I suppose the south means something different to you than to me."
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Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 0:53:01 GMT -5
Nute chuckles. "It is very easy for me to tell north from south. There's this big ice wall, you see. If you're from one side you're a northerner, and if you're from the other you're a southron."
The wildling favors Tarly with a toothy grin. "Do you like the soup? Some of the ingredients came from as far away as Dorne, if you can believe it."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 0:57:40 GMT -5
Imry spots a wildling talking to a Westerosi by the fire, and makes his way to join their company, a small lute clasped in his right hand. He bowed to the pair before introducing himself: "Imry Willfyre", he said, and took a seat.
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Post by Sam on May 28, 2009 0:59:09 GMT -5
Simon ate a spoonful of the soup. "Aye," he laughed. "Compared to saddle rations, this is a veritable lordly feast."
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Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 1:04:50 GMT -5
Nute chuckles. "Well Imry, I think that is the first time anyone has ever bowed to me. Now I know how you high southrons feel, I suppose." He ladels another bowl of stew. "They call me Toothy Nute, on account of, well, the teeth." He grins, revealing the pointed rows.
"What part of the great open south do you gentlemen hail from?"
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Post by Sam on May 28, 2009 1:09:07 GMT -5
"The Reach. Where were you from, Nute, before your time on the Wall?" Simon asked.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 1:09:44 GMT -5
Nute chuckles. "Well Imry, I think that is the first time anyone has ever bowed to me. Now I know how you high southrons feel, I suppose." He ladels another bowl of stew. "They call me Toothy Nute, on account of, well, the teeth." He grins, revealing the pointed rows. "What part of the great open south do you gentlemen hail from?" Imry laughed, "Well Toothy Nute, if my accent doesn't already indiciate it I am from the south, but the extreme southeast. In fact, I am not Westerosi, I am Braavosi." |
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5