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Post by The Stranger on May 23, 2008 12:03:51 GMT -5
the man grunted. "If you wish, although I warn you this is folly." He turned on his heel, walking towards the door, very careful to not step over Ser Allain's body as he did so.
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Post by The Stranger on May 23, 2008 12:13:48 GMT -5
"I know what the law says. And Ser Allain seemed a competent man, and I am sorry he has passed, but I will not be held responsible for his death. Take your blood price from the drunken armorer you have making your men's helms. I have made my offer, and you may accept or refuse it as you wilt."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 12:28:47 GMT -5
Brandon follows to the yard and bring the maester with him, after getting some servants to tend to the corpse of Ser Allain.
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Post by The Stranger on May 23, 2008 12:34:27 GMT -5
The man sheathed his sword, and stretched out his hand to help Aranya stand.
"That was unnecessary." He said curtly. "But I will not be blamed for what the Gods choose to do. I will have my squire come by with money for the man's funeral expenses. Did he have a wife or children?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 12:37:05 GMT -5
Brandon looks relieved as his cousin yielded.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 12:39:13 GMT -5
Brandon motion to the maester to tend to her as he sees Aranya's plight and moves over to steady her.
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Post by The Stranger on May 23, 2008 12:43:26 GMT -5
The man nodded curtly. "I wish you luck in your healing, good day."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 12:52:18 GMT -5
"Lets get you somewhere you can lie down comfortably," Brandon says.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 13:10:06 GMT -5
Brandon found a wine flask on his person which he drank slightly of before handing it to Aranya, "Here drink this, it'll help you calm down".
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Post by Flex on May 23, 2008 13:11:05 GMT -5
Darien and retinue arrive at Bronzehall and wait in a hallway for anyone who might see to them.
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Post by Flex on May 23, 2008 13:23:21 GMT -5
Darien entered, his eyes immediately darting to his sister. "What has happened?" Only then did he notice the other man, slim and tanned, and gave him a nod.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 13:23:54 GMT -5
Aranya drank, wincing, and felt her pain ease. "We need to see to Allain's funeral," she croaked. "He...he served me well..." Guards let Darien and Asha up to Darien's sister and cousin. "Just sleep for now cousin, the funeral won't be today in any case," Brandon said softly. Brandon returned the nod distracted.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 13:39:04 GMT -5
"Lots of things have happened since I last saw you then," Brandon said meaning the new baby and brother. "You should know that Brynden ment to slay the Sealord and wanted to wage war against his fleet, sweet kid but a little hot headed".
"I'm Brandon Royce," Brandon said to Darien and Asha.
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Post by The Stranger on May 23, 2008 13:41:22 GMT -5
"Asha Sparr, Who did your cuz in?" She asked, more loudly than necessary.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 23, 2008 13:45:18 GMT -5
"Ser Foote I believe, an excellent swordsman I believe, he would have to be if he defeated Aranya. What brings you to King's Landing?"
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