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Post by The Stranger on May 26, 2008 17:51:07 GMT -5
"That'd be right Lady Royce. Don't know him much either, but he slew Andrik Greyjoy in single combat, and that is no mean feat, so It might be he's a hard one. Perchance is there any wine? I always work up a thirst when I'm knocked on my back." She laughed.
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Post by The Stranger on May 26, 2008 17:55:43 GMT -5
"Aye, well the bottles right here, and that good for nothing GreenStone is off somewhere, so I suppose its the wine." Asha said laughing, as she followed Aranya into the cellar.
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Post by The Stranger on May 26, 2008 18:01:56 GMT -5
"He's alright, bit inexperienced, but don't matter. He can get hard as an oar, even with a dagger to his throat."
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Post by The Stranger on May 26, 2008 18:49:07 GMT -5
"Aftewards he was shy as a maiden, although he killed my brother Lord Sparr without trouble." Asha said, tugging on her wine bottle. "Interesting one, he is."
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Post by The Stranger on May 26, 2008 18:54:35 GMT -5
"Not good enough." Asha said, with a bark of laughter, and a long tug on the wine bottle.
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Post by The Stranger on May 27, 2008 0:56:44 GMT -5
"GreenStone bested me too, though how I do not know, and I doubt he's like to do it again any time soon."
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Post by The Stranger on May 27, 2008 1:09:17 GMT -5
"I'd planned on it, do you know if it will be teams, or every ma.. everyone for themselves?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 27, 2008 10:37:50 GMT -5
"Oh. I was kind of hoping to just smash anyone I wanted to." she shrugged, "But I suppose that's good as well."
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2008 12:31:29 GMT -5
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Darien and Brandon enter the Bronzehall from their little excursion. Before commencing their talk however Darien found a bottle of wine and, pouring three glasses, called for a servant to fetch Asha.
"I agree with what you said about that innkeep... he shouldn't be that frighten of normal patrons."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 27, 2008 12:34:41 GMT -5
"No wine for me thank you, better not dull the senses," Brandon said. He asks the servant to bring him a small bottle of lamp oil as she fetches Asha.
"No doubt the barkeep will be thankful for removing them then, though I wonder how skilled Toombs are".
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2008 12:38:27 GMT -5
Darien shrugged and took a sip from his glass. "That you can be sure of, however as to Toombs himself... with a reputation like that I am sure he's not the worst with a blade." He took another sip and set the glass down. "And then we also have to think about how many men he'll have."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 27, 2008 12:42:37 GMT -5
"I'm sure Patrek will bring a few King's Men with him, a small fire should proove a good distraction," Brandon smiles thinking of the lamp oil.
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2008 12:50:00 GMT -5
A low laugh escapes Darien's mouth as he hears Brandon's plan. "That sounds perfect, cousin." Looking around, Darien saw that Asha wasn't coming yet, so, taking another sip from his glass, he switched to bastard Valyrian. "I haven't spoken this for very long time... almost half a year now. Where did you learn this beautiful language?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on May 27, 2008 12:50:58 GMT -5
"I grew up in Braavos, and you?" Brandon replies in the same tounge.
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2008 12:59:20 GMT -5
"I spent a little time in Braavos, but mainly I learnt in Qohor and Pentos. I have to say; the free cities are a hell of a lot different than Westeros... There are still a few things here that I need to get used to." Darien drained his wine and fidgeted, anxious for Asha to arrive.
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Hope you all are well and happy.