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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:15:06 GMT -5
Lannister glanced at Selwyn who nodded. Tyberion turned to Morrigen, "Come close I could use a hand."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 11, 2009 18:16:43 GMT -5
Dyther looks about. This is why common soldiers shouldn't pass by royalty. "Um, of course, Lord Lannister." He assists him in doing whatever he needs a hand doing.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:20:10 GMT -5
Lannister wrapped an arm over his shoulder, and tucked his crutch beneath his other arm and began hopping across the field littered with arrows toward the gate in silence.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 11, 2009 18:21:18 GMT -5
Dyther had seldom felt quite so stupid. "So, ummm...Lord Tyberion, what exactly are we doing?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:23:57 GMT -5
"You are helping me walk toward that keep." Tyberion replied, "And I am going over there to negotiate a peace deal." He thought a moment and added, "Do you have a price tag?"
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 11, 2009 18:25:59 GMT -5
"Depends on what's being bought and sold, my lord. Entirely depends on what's being bought and sold." Dyther looked at the strong walls of the fortress with a sense of admiration. Puissant, indeed.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:28:18 GMT -5
"Well, if they do not tell you the price in the first offering it is going to be too high." Tyberion replied with a chuckle. He concentrated on hopping across the field.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 11, 2009 18:31:39 GMT -5
"My price tag is...negotiable, my lord. Isn't every man's? Save yours of course. You are wealthy enough to do the buying." His sword clanks uncomfortably against him as he helps the crippled lion across the field.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:34:20 GMT -5
"I know. But you think too highly of yourself to set a number hoping I will say something ridiculously high." Tyberion replied, "You have a price give one, if not I will pass today."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 11, 2009 18:37:50 GMT -5
"I work by...well, before the war, I was more of a contract worker. Oaths of fealty for someone like me get unpleasant for both sides. I suppose a hundred dragons for a job might not be unreasonable, if you want it done right." Dyther shrugged.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:39:10 GMT -5
"A hundred Dragons then. Make sure I survive, and do as I say." Tyberion replied.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 11, 2009 18:40:04 GMT -5
"The two most important things on my mind right now."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:43:05 GMT -5
The reach the gates and they open for the two men. Two Lords stand there smiling at Tyberion. Lannister said immediately, "Gentlemen we should speak in private."
Lord Frey nodded, and walked into one of the battlement towers. Reed close on his heel.
Tyberion looked at Dyther, "Wait here." He put down his crutch and hobbled toward the door.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 11, 2009 18:46:45 GMT -5
Dyther yawns and looks about. He waves at the friendly Freys and Reeds he sees. He slowly pulls out his precious tobacco and lights his pipe. He offers some to a nearby guard.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:47:52 GMT -5
Minutes later Tyberion lurched out of the negotiations. He looked at Dyther and raised an eyebrow.
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