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Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 23:37:39 GMT -5
"Then perhaps I am simply trying to conceal my frustration at my own ignorance behind a veil of mystery and unconcern." Aurora replied and sighed. Then offering a brief smile she added, "It is the Dornish way."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 9, 2009 23:40:56 GMT -5
So, that's what I hate about Dorne. I'd nearly forgotten. "I see." He scratches his head again. "You look remarkably unconcerned, I must admit." You've never seen the terror of me actually trying to kill you.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 23:45:13 GMT -5
Aurora smiled, "I killed others and wights with my bare hands as well, Dyther. You are formidable, but so am I." She shrugged, "I have had the fear stripped out of me. I do as I wish now."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 9, 2009 23:47:03 GMT -5
"I am glad there's another real...man in this army. I had feared they'd all been neutered of late. Fearing one man with such a ridiculous name." Dyther shrugged. "I don't suppose I shall be able to learn aught else of him before our next meeting, then."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 23:52:02 GMT -5
"I can tell you some other information. You seemed far more concerned about his name then in the man himself." Aurora winked at him, but continued, "He has gone through a forge. He is fast, and quick. He is only at home in the dark. He would rather murder the innocent, and unarmed then face a single man in combat. His eyes have been altered. He can see a man's heart, and know them in an instant." She studied Dyther, "What did he see in your heart?"
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 9, 2009 23:57:03 GMT -5
"That I'm a killer, it would seem. His sight is not so good as you may perhaps think. He was right that I am a man with no qualm about killing, but I have no love for his masters." His look never wavered. "Or perhaps he saw I loved ponies and rainbows, and feed the poor with every stag I get in payment. Either way, I shall meet him again, and next time he shall not get a chance to run."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 9, 2009 23:58:40 GMT -5
"Are there any you could serve?" Aurora asked, "My father says you are masterless, and he does not know if that will ever change."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 10, 2009 9:55:26 GMT -5
Dyther's eyes, black as pitch in the low light, flicker once before he responds. "I am no dog, to beg and sit at a master's table for scraps. I carve my own life out of this mess."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 10, 2009 10:07:23 GMT -5
Aurora reached out a hand, and a servant entered from a tent flap and gave her a crystal goblet of wine. "Indeed. Would you like some wine for yourself?" She sipped her wine watching him from beneath heavy eyelids.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 10, 2009 10:09:19 GMT -5
He chuckles. "Bad things happen when I drink. I should probably...abstain."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 10, 2009 10:11:20 GMT -5
Aurora shook her head, "Abstinence is not a virtue in Dorne." She eyed him thoughtfully, "But it shall be as you wish. Can I help you in any other manner?"
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 10, 2009 10:12:50 GMT -5
"Doubtful, Princess Aurora. I thank you for your time. I am aware it is quite precious." He bows and turns to depart.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 10, 2009 10:15:09 GMT -5
"Master Dyther, if you have any other needs, my father wishes for you to think of me. He has expressed his desire to please you." Aurora smiled, "He is always looking for friends."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 10, 2009 10:17:20 GMT -5
"And if you need someone killed come talk to me. Lowest rates in the army." Dyther raises the tent flap and leaves.
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Post by Aerys on Jun 10, 2009 21:23:56 GMT -5
/////
Prince Aegon Targaryen and his men arrive at the Dornish camp. Aegon requests a private audience with Prince Horas Martell.
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