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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 5, 2009 19:38:34 GMT -5
She waved, "And I am no dragon's conquest. Farewell Ser."
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Post by Marie on Jun 5, 2009 19:41:32 GMT -5
He gave her a last look of anger mixed with lust and then stalked out of her tent.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 20:55:58 GMT -5
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Shah hears a man walking past her tent, whistling cheerfully in the late hour.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 5, 2009 21:01:47 GMT -5
"You." REkhmire, Shah's translator says returning from a stroll. "The man singing bawdy songs at the feast." His accent is foreign of course. "I never did get your name."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 21:04:16 GMT -5
The man stops, looks at the blood on his clothing, looks back up and grins. "Dyther Morrigen, He of Nine Lives, Beater of Ass! You're...the woman's translator, right?"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 5, 2009 21:07:35 GMT -5
"You didn't kill that man just now did you? He left some time ago." He asked with an amused voice. "Translator and guard when I am needed. She sent me to speak for your side."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 21:09:48 GMT -5
"Well, I did kill three men just a few minutes ago. I feel great about it, very...cathartic. Is there anyone else who is in need of having his life taken from him? I work for very little pay. And your name is...?"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 5, 2009 21:15:44 GMT -5
"Rekhmire Ser. I was speaking of Ser Maekar, the man that handled you at the feast, he angered my lady and left in a fury. It was amusing." He pauses. "And..why did you just kill three men?"
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 21:17:13 GMT -5
"Practice. Ser Maekar, hm? He'll have his day. Did he come to apologize, or to fuck your mistress?" Dyther yawns as though sexually relieved.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 5, 2009 21:20:50 GMT -5
"The latter, Targaryens and their conquests." Rekhmire shrugged. "You should wash up before you draw too much attention to yourself."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 21:22:16 GMT -5
"Oh, I actually going to speak to some concerned parties. I think the blood of my enemies and my own life's blood makes it far more...authentic. Maekar couldn't charm his way into a whore with a cock made of gold."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 5, 2009 21:28:31 GMT -5
"I think not, it was fun to see him try. I think he will come back sometime." He shrugs again, "I will not keep you waiting."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 21:29:54 GMT -5
"Tell your mistress I bid her a fine evening." He speaks in accented but perfectly understable Braavosian. "I do hope you speak it." He goes back to whistling.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 5, 2009 21:33:52 GMT -5
"I will. Good day Ser. Perhaps sometime you will tell me how you came to know Braavosi." He nods his head at the departing man.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 21:40:00 GMT -5
"I charge double for story time." Dyther's voice is cheerful as he heads to the Martell camp.
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