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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 16:29:54 GMT -5
Nute makes a noncommittal sound. "Eh, well, a ways I suppose. We travel with you until we stop travelling with you. Someplace nice and warm, I hope."
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Post by Marie on May 31, 2009 16:32:05 GMT -5
The mule was brought up.
"The money first," Maekar demanded of the wildling.
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 16:33:28 GMT -5
Nute eyes it critically. "Awfully skinny mule," he says, then places a few coins in the man's hand.
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Post by Marie on May 31, 2009 16:46:59 GMT -5
Makear's fist closed around the coins. He was tempted to take the rest of them but had no wish to shame Rhaenys by killing a man in cold blood.
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Post by Aerys on May 31, 2009 17:10:44 GMT -5
Rhaenys rode at the head of the force, the Targaryen loyalists behind her. She was surrounded by her bodyguards and personal servitors. Aegon Targaryen rode close behind, in command of the one hundred and eighty or so Targaryen loyalists. Dressed completely in black, some noted the red dragon on his shield appeared from a distance to be a large splash of blood. Aegon rode without a helm, his long silver hair fanning out behind him in the strong breeze. Aegon had made Ser Maekar Velaryon as his second in command. Ser Maekar rode at the back of the column of loyalists.
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