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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 16:31:32 GMT -5
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Imry and Flax appear at the Whitefyre camp. Imry, being one of Saenarys' maternal cousins, is instantly recognized by the guards who lay outside at the camp.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2009 16:35:41 GMT -5
Ser Elias Sand nodded to Imry.
"Business or pleasure?" He asked, shuffling goofily.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 16:37:06 GMT -5
"What do you qualify visiting your cousin as, Westerosi?", Imry said in a pur-like accent.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2009 16:40:46 GMT -5
"That's Ser Westerosi to you." Elias fumbled, his wit exhausted. He was never good at rapport.
"In any case, Whitefyre's tent is the one pitched next to the giant rock." He pointed lazily. "Enjoy your stay in the Camp."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 16:43:07 GMT -5
Imry smiled politely and made his way towards Whitefyre's tent, Flax following in tow. When he reached Whitefyre's tent he called out to his cousin within before making his entrance. "Saenarys! Will you not come and join your cousin for a drink..."
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2009 16:44:28 GMT -5
Sanearys emerged quickly, a large grin in place.
"Ruddy bastard! I thought you'd gotten yourself killed months ago! What are you doing here? Did you fight?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 19:52:24 GMT -5
"You jest?... did you not see me on the field, Others gathered around me?"
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2009 20:00:06 GMT -5
"Oh was that you? It was hard to tell from way atop the mountain of corpses I had created! Everyone looks ant-like up there." He laughed and clapped his cousin on the back.
"Come in, come in. Do you still fancy the red?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 20:00:49 GMT -5
Imry laughed. "O'course."
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2009 20:02:35 GMT -5
Imry was ushered into Saenarys' tent. As he entered, many exotic and foreign-seeming things were in plain view.
Saenarys took a seat in an armchair carved from some strange white wood, and offered Imry a seat in the chair's opposite.
"How have you been?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 22:46:00 GMT -5
Flax, the Summer Islander who had entered the tent alongside Imry looked around for a chair. After seeing none that could fit him he decided to stand.
"I just fought against an army of otherworldly creatures... and won. I think I'm well."
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2009 23:00:20 GMT -5
"Aye." Saenarys stared sadly into the fire. "We had a mishap. Unfortunate. Though we are lucky to be alive."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 23:07:47 GMT -5
"What brings you back to Westeros, Narys?", Imry said leaning back in his chair. Flax stood silently behind him, eying the Targaryen bastard and the room he had decorated.
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2009 23:13:37 GMT -5
"Family." He said plainly.
"I came to ensure that my sisters survived, and to guide them. And you?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 23:17:49 GMT -5
"The tides, as it were. Though truth be told it was coin that bought my service and the food to feed my men, so perhaps coin too."
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Hope you all are well and happy.