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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2009 19:03:36 GMT -5
"Traitor's son." Steve grimaced, "I hear this here army is packed fool of spies for that man's father. Shit his whole group is probably nothing but straw men." He sipped from his flask again, and looked back warily. "I hate traitors."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 19:07:01 GMT -5
Dyther shrugged. "Each army has commanders to worry about shit like that." Except ours. "Lord Baratheon seems to trust the betrayer-spawn."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2009 19:09:49 GMT -5
Steve shook his head, "Indeed. Those Trairor's sons, and those Martell. Neither are up to any good. Some one should show them." He drank from his flask and offered it to Dyther again. "I wish I had some men to show what we do to traitors around here."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 19:10:36 GMT -5
"Exactly who are you who'd know what we do to traitors around here?" He waves off the flask again.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2009 19:12:38 GMT -5
Steve looked at him, his blue eyes cold as an Other's heart, "I spent years in the Dreadfort, and I know what we do to traitors up here. If Lord Bolton was around he would see what needed to be done." He sipped from his flask.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 19:14:50 GMT -5
"Lord Bolton is...how to say...WITH the traitor's son. Forgive me if I take his judgment with something approaching a block of salt." Dyther looks about. "You wouldn't happen to know of any...specific traitors, would you?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2009 19:17:34 GMT -5
Steve nodded, "Bolton wanted the King to take Thatcher's head. When the king said 'no', Bolton figured he would stay close to watch him. Keep him under control." He sipped from his flask, "I know. And that Horas Martell. Him and Thatcher the elder, they friends from way back. Everyone knows that. Not to mention Martell did all kinds of evil magicks. If I could get my hand on Horas, or his daughter. Or his man Julian Sand." He made a wrenching movement with his hand.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 19:22:53 GMT -5
"His daughter?" Dyther cared little for Dornishmen or their spawn, but he was curious.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2009 19:27:18 GMT -5
Steve nodded, "She is fine looking, and like all them dornish tarts, she is just a walking slit." He sipped from his flask, "But she is his heir, and in all the plots I hear." He spat, "I would pay to see something happen to one of those."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 19:30:53 GMT -5
"How much?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2009 19:33:09 GMT -5
Steve looked at Morrigen, "I guess it would depend." He thought a moment. "For the whole set a couple thousand stags. Maybe eight hundred each for the Martells and three hundred for the Sand." He shrugged, "Around that."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 19:39:12 GMT -5
"Nineteen hundred stags. Would be dangerous work, all that magic and all. Perhaps the rest of this would be better discussed in private?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2009 19:41:33 GMT -5
Steve nodded, "Would you like to take a walk that way." He motioned for the woods to the left of the campsite."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 19:42:19 GMT -5
Dyther nods. "Meet me in five." He saunters about a minute before heading to the woods.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2009 19:43:36 GMT -5
Steve finds him five minutes later. "So what were we talking about?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.