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Post by Ollie on Jun 11, 2009 0:17:16 GMT -5
"I consider very little about myself aside from my clothing to be grandiose, Lord Lannister," Warren replied. "I seriously doubt that anything that may have happened so long ago still plagues you to this day, but that fact still gives you no reason to trust me or to help me."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 0:22:31 GMT -5
"Indeed. I understand that you acted out of self interest. I can accept you as a follower as long as I know your interest lies with mine." Tyberion smiled harshly, "However if our paths should fork again. Well that could be very unpleasant for you."
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Post by Ollie on Jun 11, 2009 0:28:25 GMT -5
Warren weighed Lannister's words carefully for a long moment, then nodded. "Then I'm with you."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 0:32:24 GMT -5
Tyberion nodded, and motioned for one of his men to step forward, "DO you have any chance at remaining the Master of Whispers?" He wrapped an arm around his man and was pulled to his foot.
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Post by Ollie on Jun 11, 2009 0:34:32 GMT -5
"I do not know that I have done anything that warrants my dismissal," Lord Marbrand said dryly. "In any case, that is for the queen to decide, not me."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 0:38:17 GMT -5
"Would you like to stay here or come up and get some proper quarters?" Tyberion asked as he was helped back toward the hall.
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Post by Ollie on Jun 11, 2009 0:40:34 GMT -5
"The only proper quarters are my own," Warren said sardonically. "Or in the very least quarters that are not guarded."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 0:44:15 GMT -5
Tyberion waved, and the cell is left open. The men guarding it remain at their posts. Tyberion said nothing more as he is escorted from the room.
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Post by Ollie on Jun 11, 2009 0:55:29 GMT -5
Warren makes sure to retrieve his personal cyvasse book, tucks it inside his coat, then strides from the room.
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Hope you all are well and happy.