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Post by The Flint on Jun 3, 2009 18:07:38 GMT -5
"You'd be wrong, naturally," Talyn replied. "I'll be bringing Lord Selwyn the report directly, I'll want you to stay here. Get your men ready to march however, with any luck, Selwyn will tell us we can move south without delay."
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Post by Sam on Jun 3, 2009 18:08:40 GMT -5
"Yes, Ser," Bran said with a grin. He turned smartly on his heel and marched down to where the soldiers were camped, to see that they would be ready to march when Talyn returned.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 4, 2009 10:37:20 GMT -5
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Talyn and "Lianna" arrive in the Queenscrown camp, and ride towards the command tent. His good companion William Hill comes up with a sloppy salute, and takes the reins of his captain's horse.
"Welcome back Talyn, and who is this.... oh...my," the old bandit says, mouth hanging open. Talyn clacked his teeth, to draw the man's attention back to him.
"Make ready for departure, I want everything packed and squared away to begin moving south. We're going to Winterfell."
"Ah.. yes ser. I'll do your tent the last," he says with a wink, before moving off to rouse the men to action.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 4, 2009 10:57:57 GMT -5
Kyma smiled at him so warmly, it seemed she was about to bite, "He is such a wonderful soldier. He must be very loyal. He is wise and steadfast."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 4, 2009 11:03:08 GMT -5
"who Old Dog? Before he joined the army, he was a bandit and highwayman. He doesn't speak of it much now, but the impression that I get is that he feels he has much he needs to atone for. However he was before, he's a good man now. He's the best example of what this outfit is supposed to be about." Talyn smiles, and leads "Lianna towards" the tent.
"There's my cot, its not comfortable, but its yours. Rations are there, don't eat the biscuits without at least a swallow of wine. I've had to rescue even the largest of men from choking on them before." Talyn gave a movement of the hand as to say, 'this is my world, welcome to it."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 4, 2009 11:18:27 GMT -5
Kyma sat down. She looked at him, "I have lived with armies for a long time." She sighed, and then asked, "Can you get me some clothes. I will fix them to my size while you get your men ready."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 4, 2009 11:23:09 GMT -5
Talyn nodded, "Of course, I'll be back in a moment."
The Sellsword captain disappeared from the tent quickly, glad to have a moment away from the intoxicating smell of the Targaryen woman. He shook his head, and went to see about clothing...
He returned perhaps twenty minutes later, with balled up clothing in his hand. "Tunic, breeches, belt, and cloak. Nothing to fancy, but their from the smallest fellow in the unit, so I'm thinking they won't require too much sewing to bring to your size."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 4, 2009 11:54:20 GMT -5
Kyma took the clothing and pulled a sewing kit from the lone pouch she had brought with her. She began to work on the breeches. "I appreciate the help, Ser Talyn. I hope the boy whose clothes these are is not naked." She frowned at something he could not see.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 4, 2009 12:00:08 GMT -5
Talyn laughed, "No. Everyone gets two pairs breeches, two tunics, a cloak, mail, helm, shield, sword and spear when they sign up. So he should be fine. We can pick some real clothes up for you at Winterfell, I think. But perhaps by the time we reach it, you'll enjoy wearing a soldier's uniform."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 4, 2009 12:51:55 GMT -5
Kyma nodded, "I do like dresses though. No matter. I will do what I have to." She sighed and leaned close to her work.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 4, 2009 12:55:13 GMT -5
Talyn nodded, "dresses suit you better I think," he says, as he went to sit at a camp stool near a small desk, and began studying a map which he had made, depicting the various movements of northern troops described by Tallbody's scouts, as well as the distance to Winterfell.
"What shall you do when you reach Winterfell, do you know?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 4, 2009 13:09:28 GMT -5
"I do not know yet. I am sure I will figure something out." Kyma's face hardened, "I am not a reward for some fat lord who has proved his loyalty to my sister."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 4, 2009 13:11:35 GMT -5
Talyn nodded, "To whom were you to be wed?" He asked, unsure if this was a particularly good line of questioning, but the woman seemed to wish to discuss the matter, since she'd brought it up twice.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 4, 2009 13:16:04 GMT -5
Kyma hook her head, "Selwyn, Owen Lannister, some Martell." She shook her head, "There has been no specific plans. Just trying to find the Lord who places the most value on a red head." She sneered.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 4, 2009 13:27:11 GMT -5
"I'm surprised she didn't try to marry you to the King Beyond the Wall then. They hold red-heads in great regard. They are supposed to be very lucky." Talyn shrugged, "I am sorry, I shouldn't joke. Her Grace should have known better than to use you in such a way. Even if one wishes to be calculating and political," Talyn screwed up his face with distaste at the thought, "it was still unwise."
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Hope you all are well and happy.