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Post by Ollie on Aug 2, 2009 22:30:33 GMT -5
Lord Fowler weighs the offer for a moment, then nods to Duncan. "Yes, I'll go then. It would be wise to have a strong Dornish presence in political natures. As I understand it, these gatherings are often about how many voices you hear against the others -- Dorne shall have to speak loudest."
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Post by Horas on Aug 2, 2009 22:51:40 GMT -5
Duncan finishes his meal, tossing the bones aside. "I'll tell you when I'm ready to set sail. I hope you have no objection to travelling light?"
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Post by Ollie on Aug 2, 2009 23:15:44 GMT -5
"A sword, a spear, and Saracet are all I need, Lord Toland," Ryam smiled at the name of his falcon before looking down to adjust the thick leather long gauntlets tucked in his belt. "And maybe a suit of armor or two," he said, looking back up to Duncan.
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Post by Horas on Aug 2, 2009 23:46:51 GMT -5
Duncan smiles. "I am sure there will be more than enough room for your armor, Lord Fowler."
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Hope you all are well and happy.