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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 15:30:11 GMT -5
Maekar was on the brink of agreeing to Ragnor's request when the wildling showed up. "Certainly not!" He snarled. "I am a member of the Queen's own household. Get your own bloody horse!" Nute smiles broadly, walking double-time to keep up with the horse. "Have pity on poor Nute! He has so much more weight to carry than you!" A bag appears from within the wildling's furs, heavy with coin. "I will pay you handsomely, good ser." |
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Post by Edric Stark on May 31, 2009 15:30:42 GMT -5
"Sometimes even the famous men don't reach the boundaries, ser. I will recommend you,"
And she rode off.
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Post by Marie on May 31, 2009 15:38:07 GMT -5
"My friend and I could just take the coin off you," Maekar said, indicating Ragnor. "I'll wager you stole it anyway. Where else would a wildling get coin from?"
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Post by swedishchameleon on May 31, 2009 15:38:59 GMT -5
Ser Mearn stared as the princess rode off, with a confused look on his face. Him, protecting the queen? That would be a very large step from being a master-at-arms for his brother.
He looked up at the boy to see if he had heard anything of the discussion, but the boy looked barely coherent though he was still breathing at least.
He shook his head and continued his march.
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 15:39:24 GMT -5
"I hear they got a mint set up in the Frostfangs." Ragnor says with a grin, sizing up the Wildling.
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 15:43:33 GMT -5
"Take it! How unchivalrous!" Nute giggles. "What can I say? Lady Fortune ever smiles upon her most humble servant, and the men who dice with old Toothy Nute invariably come away poorer. But really, all the coin in the world does me no good if it cannot buy a horse."
Though rather overweight, Nute seems surprisingly graceful on his feet. A heavy axe hangs over his back.
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Post by Marie on May 31, 2009 15:57:14 GMT -5
"You can't have my horse," Maekar told the wildling. "It would look very ill if the queen's cousin had no mount. You may have a mule in exchange for your coin, however. We can spare one of those."
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 16:00:23 GMT -5
Ragnor's hand pulls back his cloak, revealing a wicked-looking Valyrian steel axe hanging from his belt, scenes of sea battles carved into the blade and the short haft.
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 16:06:08 GMT -5
Nute considers this. "Dignity seems like such a troublesome thing to have," he says. "I will buy your mule, so long as it can hold my weight. I would hate to have to eat this one too." He mutters that last under his breath.
The wildling perks up at the sight of the valyrian blade. "You have a masterful blade there. Surely there must be a story behind such a weapon?"
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 16:08:23 GMT -5
"My grandfather took it from the corpse of a Pentoshi that asked him too many questions." Ragnor replies to the Wildling.
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Post by Marie on May 31, 2009 16:13:24 GMT -5
"Take the mule then," Maekar said.
He signalled to one of the Targaryen men and barked out an order to fetch a mule.
"Best not fight him for now, Greyjoy. Not unless he gives us trouble."
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 16:15:00 GMT -5
Nute grins. "I am lucky that my own axe is so common. That way I can ask as many questions as I want without having cause to fear for my life. Might I examine the blade?"
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 16:18:13 GMT -5
"I think not. No offense, but it's been stolen before, you understand my being wary."
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 16:21:59 GMT -5
Nute heaves a mighty sigh. "Pity." He scratches one cheek. "Reminds me of Rask's trident. I hope to see it in battle some day."
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Post by Erik on May 31, 2009 16:26:48 GMT -5
"With luck, you'll get your wish. No sense in having such a weapon and not using it, after all. Can only hope we'll see a tossup or two on the way south. How long are you lot staying with us?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.