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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 7, 2009 18:24:46 GMT -5
The pits and the barracks nearby.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 7, 2009 18:25:51 GMT -5
Ganieda was up early the day after the weddings. She was dressed simply in black, and waiting with Harlon for the rest of the Iron-born and whoever else was coming on the 'trip' with her.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Jul 7, 2009 18:27:33 GMT -5
Ryam arrived within five minutes, his mood was dark and he wore it on his sleeve. He had full armor on and his sword strapped to his back. He nodded toward Ganieda, though it was accompanied by a look of anger.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 7, 2009 18:29:17 GMT -5
She frowned at the look. As far as she knew she had done nothing to offend the young Drumm. She glanced at Harlon to check if he had seen the look. He too was frowning thoughtfully at the Drumm boy.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 7, 2009 18:31:54 GMT -5
Two more Ironborn warriors arrived. Brothers Teeven, and Lars did not look anything alike, one being wide as wall and the other thin and tall as a stick.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 7, 2009 18:34:45 GMT -5
Ganieda greeted Teevan and Lars with a smile. She didnt know them that well.
"Are we waiting for anyone else?"
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Post by The Smith on Jul 7, 2009 18:35:32 GMT -5
The two brothers just shrug.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Jul 7, 2009 18:37:41 GMT -5
Ryam grimaced,"I say we should go now."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 7, 2009 18:40:14 GMT -5
She nodded glancing at Harlon.
"Be aware, we dont know what is down there."
She motioned the brothers in front and walked in after them, leaving Ryam and Harlon at the back. Harlon grinned at Ryam.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 7, 2009 18:42:14 GMT -5
Teeven leaned over and grumbled to Lars who nodded, but they walked into the dark barracks. The large room appeared to be empty, but at the far end a rocking chair was rocking back and forth with no one seated in it.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 7, 2009 18:44:04 GMT -5
Ganieda had her sword out, just in case and strode over to the chair, her footsteps loud.
She gave a puzzled look at her companions and looked for the nearest door.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 7, 2009 18:48:18 GMT -5
Reaching the chair she sees Milo Bettley reclined on the floor with his hands behind his head. One of his feet is moving the chair back and forth, back and forth. Seeing her he smiled, and stood, "Took you a while to get her." He looked at her troop, "Fuck I should have brought some men." He shrugged. "I am looking for some one who went down, but did not come up."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 7, 2009 18:52:06 GMT -5
She grimenced
"Who are you looking for? I wasnt aware that you would come too Milo. I would have arranged more men to come, I cant see the queen being happy if you were harmed."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 7, 2009 18:56:32 GMT -5
Milo laughed, "Do you really think she cares. I mean I am totally in love with her, but she does not even know me name." He bowed and stretched, "I am just a blade to her, or mace. But I have never really heard mace used in that way before." He motioned behind her, "The door we are looking for is that way. Through the Officer's chambers."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jul 7, 2009 19:00:07 GMT -5
"No but I doubt that she would be happy if something was to happen. Have you been down here before?" She asked, looking where he was pointing.
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