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Post by Ollie on Jun 1, 2009 16:56:06 GMT -5
Deep down in one of the wormwalks, the winding subterranean passages that link the keeps and towers of Castle Black, lies the vault of the castle's library. The library shelves themselves are so closely spaced that people must walk in single file, and the musty scent of decaying paper and leather fill the room.
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Post by Ollie on Jun 2, 2009 15:13:53 GMT -5
Warren Marbrand pads his was down the chilly wormwalks (wearing a warm coat of black wool with an orange silk hem) and seeks out the library, curious as if any steward tends the room.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 2, 2009 15:15:42 GMT -5
A steward with no right arm sits at a table picking books up from one pile and placing them in another.
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Post by Ollie on Jun 2, 2009 15:32:39 GMT -5
"Her Grace the Queen desires a book of genealogy for the Targaryen line. I trust the library of the Night's Watch would have something suitable?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 2, 2009 15:35:38 GMT -5
The man looked up, and raised an eyebrow, "Do you now? Well I think we have some books on their bloodlines, but not one after the Baratheon's snatched away the throne. I do have one about their short return, but it is not truly genealogy but about the wars that book ended their second reign."
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Post by Ollie on Jun 3, 2009 13:31:26 GMT -5
Warren ran his fingers across his mouth and chin in contemplation. "Would you mind parting with these books?" he inquired. "If only for a short time. I should like to show them to the Queen, and get her take on what they provide."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 3, 2009 13:36:33 GMT -5
The man stood, and lead Warren to some shelves, "They are right there." He pointed, and looked at the man, "The Queen trying to disprove that other ones claims?"
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Post by Ollie on Jun 3, 2009 13:43:03 GMT -5
The westerlord quirks his lips to one side of his mouth, and tilts his head as if considering a new idea. "Not that I know. I believe she is interested in learning more of her lineage and the history of her house," he says, and rolls his shoulders noncommittally. "Not like they had accurate records or accounts in the east and south, you know? Thank you though, master bookkeeper. I do appreciate the help."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 3, 2009 13:44:07 GMT -5
The Steward nods and moves back to his work.
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Post by Ollie on Jun 3, 2009 13:53:22 GMT -5
A day after Warren had departed, a servant arrives and offers a bundled package to the steward. Unwrapping the paper, the librarian finds a rich, soft blanket made of black wool and grey velvet. Inside the folds is a small glass bottle of sweet port wine. A small card on which the letters W.M. are penned falls to the floor.
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Hope you all are well and happy.