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Post by Flex on Jun 10, 2009 15:40:38 GMT -5
"And yet apparently lord Tarly received the letter from you." Euric replied calmly.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 10, 2009 15:41:55 GMT -5
Roxton made no motion to check the book. "how stupid do you think we are Marbrand? As though your the only one among your organization who knows how to write? Your signature proves nothing. With what piece did you checkmate Spicer?"
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Post by Ollie on Jun 10, 2009 15:46:16 GMT -5
Warren boggled at Euric. "And what proof do they offer claiming that I am the man who delivered the letter?" he exclaimed.
"As I told you, Ser Rolfe and I were interrupted mid-game. I would have eventually cornered his emperor between two of my chariots and a castle, in four moves if he failed to take my spearman in his next turn, in seven if he did," Warren recalled with stark clarity.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 10, 2009 15:48:15 GMT -5
Roxton did not reply, but simply smiled to himself and watched Marbrand with interest.
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Post by Flex on Jun 10, 2009 15:49:24 GMT -5
"Ser Ryam Flowers, for one. His word against yours. Apparently lord Tarly was going to see you. Interesting, hm?" Euric took back the note and pocketed it.
He remained silent for a moment. "Do you know a man named Rask?"
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Post by Ollie on Jun 10, 2009 15:50:56 GMT -5
"The wildling. Wields the odd trident with all the faces. He and Tarly had a spat at the wall. Simon killed his bear, if I recall. What about him?"
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Post by The Flint on Jun 10, 2009 15:51:32 GMT -5
Roxton gestured to the guards at the door,
"Go arrest Rolfe Spicer, and have him put in a nearby cell. I've some questions to ask him." Roxton said.
"I'll be back. Lord Marbrand, Ser Euric," He said, nodding pleasantly and departing.
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Post by Flex on Jun 10, 2009 15:55:01 GMT -5
"Do you know him personally?" Euric asked, nodding his goodbye to Lord Roxton. "And if so, how?"
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Post by Ollie on Jun 10, 2009 15:55:52 GMT -5
"I do not, nor do I believe I have ever spoken to him."
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Post by Flex on Jun 10, 2009 16:04:23 GMT -5
Euric nodded. "That will be all for now. We'll have your notebook back with you soon. Enjoy your stay." With that he exited.
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Post by Ollie on Jun 10, 2009 16:05:34 GMT -5
Warren sighed heavily. "And now they've taken my book," he said lowly and full of boredom.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 10, 2009 16:08:14 GMT -5
There is the sound of a man screaming horribly in a nearby cell. It is impossible to tell who the voice belongs to.
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Post by Ollie on Jun 10, 2009 16:15:21 GMT -5
Warren flinches at the screams, and wonders when he will receive his book back. He sleeps with a pillow over his head to drown out the noise.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 10, 2009 16:17:24 GMT -5
After several hours of silence.
"Warren... Warren is that you?" a shattered male whispers, hard to distinguish.
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Post by Ollie on Jun 10, 2009 16:20:35 GMT -5
"Yes this is Warren," he replies as he sits up in bed. "Who is this supposed to be? Because if this is Ser Rolfe, I would like to know what the pet project I have been working on in my tent since we traveled south from the wall, and who it is intended for."
The Master of Whispers shook his head sadly, and wondered what poor fool Lord Roxton found to torture.
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