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Post by Erik on Oct 18, 2009 12:24:35 GMT -5
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Ragnor enters the throne room some days later, a smith beside him. He points to the Iron Throne.
"You'll be given some thralls to help. I want that fucking thing loaded onto my ship by sundown. But first, you're to break a bit off. I need a crown made. I'll send a man to your shop with a depiction of the original."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 18, 2009 12:28:05 GMT -5
The Smith nodded, and smiled wryly, "Bet you have been have wet dreams about this moment longer then you wave been dreaming bout salt wives?" He chuckled and eyed the Ironborn.
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Post by Erik on Oct 18, 2009 12:31:26 GMT -5
Ragnor grins. "Just about. I'll be remembered, no matter how all this turns out in the end."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 18, 2009 12:34:37 GMT -5
The Smith laughs and gets to work.
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