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Post by The Flint on Jun 7, 2009 20:42:51 GMT -5
Talyn nodded, "The finding is always the harder part. Do you have any leads?"
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Post by Horas on Jun 7, 2009 20:45:45 GMT -5
"Leads." He frowns. "South. That is all I know for now."
He finishes an arrow, then sets it aside in a pile. He begins on a new one.
"You intend to go ahead of the army. To Moat Cailin?" Rask asks.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 7, 2009 20:46:47 GMT -5
"Yes. What of it?" Talyn asks.
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Post by Horas on Jun 7, 2009 20:48:13 GMT -5
Rask stops his work, as if considering what to say. "You are walking into a trap, Talyn Thatcher."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 7, 2009 20:48:44 GMT -5
Talyn raised his eyebrow, "How do you know?"
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Post by Horas on Jun 7, 2009 20:50:34 GMT -5
Rask grunts. "You would not understand. You do not have the third eye. I do not think you are a man who trusts easily, but you would be wise to trust that I am right in this."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 7, 2009 20:53:45 GMT -5
Talyn nodded, "To be honest, I trust you. I don't know how you know, but it makes sense to me. Too many conflicting stories. Some saying the Cult holds Moat Cailin, other saying they fly tower and lion lizards banners. of course lizard lions aren't the Lions which concern me."
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Post by Horas on Jun 7, 2009 20:58:25 GMT -5
"They are Freys... and Reeds." Rask returns to the task in front of him. "The second troubles me more. I have known Reeds to be honorable men. Yet the dreams do not lie, though sometimes I misinterpret them. I see a betrayal, though for you, your queen, or even myself... that I am not sure."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 7, 2009 20:59:42 GMT -5
Talyn nodded, "I meant to the other Lions, the Lannisters. Does your... third eye, see anything for them?"
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Post by Horas on Jun 7, 2009 21:02:42 GMT -5
Rask shakes his head. "No. Though that does not surprise me. I know no Lannisters."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 7, 2009 21:05:38 GMT -5
"If you are looking for Thatcher, you may find a lead there, in Winterfell. One of the Lions, a whistling man with a mustache. Either he, or his master Lord Lannister, knows something of my father."
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Post by Horas on Jun 7, 2009 21:09:53 GMT -5
Rask nods once. "Then I will seek him out before I travel to the Neck. Thank you for the... lead, Talyn Thatcher."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 7, 2009 21:12:19 GMT -5
"Be... subtle. It may be nothing. No sense upsetting the whole apple cart on what could be nothing," Talyn suggested firmly.
"Is there anything else for us to speak of Rask?"
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Post by Horas on Jun 7, 2009 21:17:40 GMT -5
A hint of a smile reaches Rask's lips. "Subtlety is not chief among my virtues, Talyn, and I would not want to make false promises to my guests. Stay wary. Until we meet again." Rask nods his good-bye.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 7, 2009 21:19:30 GMT -5
Talyn snorted unhappily, "goodbye," he said, turning on his heels and left the tent.
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