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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 22, 2009 12:42:30 GMT -5
The feast put on for the Captains of the Iron Ships.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 22, 2009 12:43:42 GMT -5
Ganieda was sat, she watched as alot of the men were having drinking competition. She laughed at the antics of one of them as he fell off the table with a thud.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 22, 2009 12:49:03 GMT -5
Captain Brine Farwynd sat down next to Ganieda. He was not drinking much, but as he had moved through the crowd it was clear how much respect he held among the Iron Fleet. He said nothing just watched the crowd as he sat.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 22, 2009 12:55:13 GMT -5
Gen had never met Fairwynd before, and knew it was useless to wait for Ragnor to introduce them.
"Lord Fairwynd." She said with a small smile. "Enjoying the night?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 22, 2009 12:56:45 GMT -5
Brine looked at her and forced a smile, "It is pleasant enough. How are you faring?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 22, 2009 12:58:54 GMT -5
"Well. I'll be glad to get back home with my husband and actually talk to him now and then."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 22, 2009 13:00:02 GMT -5
Farwynd raised an eyebrow, "He does not seem the sort? Do the two of you have long conversation often?"
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 22, 2009 13:09:14 GMT -5
"No." She said. "We've never had the chance. We met while fighting then married and I was commanded to the city straight away. Now this."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 22, 2009 13:12:17 GMT -5
Brine spat, and then turned his head to look at her, "Ah yes, the queen wanted you as a hostage."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 22, 2009 13:15:41 GMT -5
"Aye. Such a great hostage I am..." She said with a hint of sarcasm. Gen watched as two men toppled over. "You dont seem to enjoy company asmuch Lord Fairwynd."
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Post by The Smith on Aug 22, 2009 13:22:31 GMT -5
Farwynd shrugged, "I am not like the rest of my brethren. I control myself, it helps in battle." He stared at her coldly, "Do not confuse my control with weakness. I have had to prove that to hard men, and most have joined the Drowned God."
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Post by Erik on Aug 22, 2009 13:41:17 GMT -5
Ragnor, who had been watching the festivities, makes his way to the table, claps Farwynd on the shoulder, and sits down next to him.
"Make your choices yet for the Shields?"
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Post by The Smith on Aug 22, 2009 13:47:46 GMT -5
Farwynd nodded, "Redoak, Thundermace, Hungman, and Tholton Pyke."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 22, 2009 14:57:45 GMT -5
Farwynd shrugged, "I am not like the rest of my brethren. I control myself, it helps in battle." He stared at her coldly, "Do not confuse my control with weakness. I have had to prove that to hard men, and most have joined the Drowned God." "Did I say anything about weakness?" She asked seeming slightly surprized at the tone in his voice.
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Post by Erik on Aug 22, 2009 15:02:49 GMT -5
Farwynd nodded, "Redoak, Thundermace, Hungman, and Tholton Pyke." "Do they know yet?"
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