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Post by Marie on Aug 10, 2009 18:13:52 GMT -5
The young man looked unconcerned by Thatcher's lack of interest.
He was known to be loyal. That was enough.
"Her Grace has a task for us. You've the necessary authority to carry it out. I don't, but I will assist in any way I can."
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Post by The Flint on Aug 10, 2009 18:17:23 GMT -5
Talyn raised an eyebrow, and leaned back in his chair.
"So why does she send you? Why do I not receive word from her directly?"
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Post by Marie on Aug 10, 2009 18:26:08 GMT -5
"It was judged too dangerous," Brandon said. "You are known to be one of the queen's most ardent supporters. "You are, after all, married to Her Grace's own sister and the son of the man who once ruled in King's Landing. My own origins are rather more humble. House Osgrey's glory days died with the dragon conquest. I can move with relative ease. No-one but my kin care what I do."
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Post by The Flint on Aug 10, 2009 18:26:56 GMT -5
Talyn snorted, "I have my own men for that, but nevermind, what does her grace want?"
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Post by Marie on Aug 10, 2009 18:33:51 GMT -5
Brandon looked around.
"it's a delicate matter, I'm afraid. I need to be sure we cannot be overheard, my lord."
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Post by The Flint on Aug 13, 2009 11:12:58 GMT -5
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A merchant ship departs Maidenpool traveling south.
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Hope you all are well and happy.