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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2008 23:10:46 GMT -5
Dacey glanced at Prince Rodrick. "My lord prince, would you prefer to take them in installments? I cannot run my inn without them after all, but if they attend your boat party in shifts, then they will be able to keep my inn running and keep your party merry."
She smiled at Lord Erik. "Does my lord agree?"
She laughed. "Maaaaybe," she said coyly.
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Apr 7, 2008 23:13:23 GMT -5
"Perhaps it was, your Grace, but would it not be repeating the same mistake in taking it from its new lawful owner, especially after it has been altered so greatly? In both cases a party will unjustly suffer, do you not think?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 7, 2008 23:14:40 GMT -5
Rodrick looked at Dacey, "I can accept twenty, no less. I am afraid you are going to have to make do. My mentor Frances Varner always told me, 'Every thing is possible'"
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Post by Erik on Apr 7, 2008 23:16:31 GMT -5
"I think, my lady, that your inn will survive a short trip to the docks." Erik replies. "And perhaps even without your expert hand guiding it for an hour or two, if you chose to join us."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2008 23:18:20 GMT -5
Dacey gazed at him for a moment, and the smiled and inclined her head meekly. "Of course, Your Grace. Which twenty would you like?"
The black-haired one who had served him ale winked at him, while the slender beauty with cascading chestnut curls gazed at the young prince with limpid brown eyes and a pouting little mouth. Others were also trying to attract his attention in little, subtle ways.
"I would be delighted to join you for a time," Dacey exclaimed. "Would that please my lord prince?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 7, 2008 23:19:46 GMT -5
Rickon looked at her with sad eyes, "I am sorry for the hardship this will surely cause you. Yet, it was not my Father's to give. So you may not keep it. I plan on giving Fury to Lord Tarly too. I know you can understand the rightness of the situation." He shrugged, "If my father had not been King when he took that blade, you would have beheaded him youself."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Apr 7, 2008 23:28:11 GMT -5
Aerie's entire body visibly stiffened. Her sword was a part of her now, and the prospect of something tearing it away from her...
"If you think about it, your Grace, are you not doing the same thing in using your word as King to do what seems right and proper to you?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 8, 2008 0:07:59 GMT -5
Brandon Stone enters and is looking for a place to sit.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2008 0:09:45 GMT -5
Lettie nods from the bar at the newcomer, assessing him with her eyes. "Good afternoon," she said with a polite smile, unsure whether he was a lordling or a knight.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 8, 2008 0:11:26 GMT -5
Brandon smiles. "Good afternoon, might there be a place where I can play my harp? Though I confess my singing is worse". Brandon pats his harp.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2008 0:21:24 GMT -5
"Ah, a singer," Lettie looked speculative, but smiled. "We have a space at the front of the dining room laid with Myrish carpets," she said, indicating. It was a cleared space before the tables of guests and customers eating and talking, laid with plush, beautiful Myrish rugs. "You may sit there and play a song or two. If I like it, you might get paid to sing regular. What's your name?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 8, 2008 0:24:24 GMT -5
"Brandon Stone," he smiled "I'm afraid I won't be able to play all the time as I have other business to take care of from time to time."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2008 0:26:41 GMT -5
"Of course, I understand that," Lettie said, noting him for a highborn bastard. "I'm Lettie. You're welcome to come and play whenever you like anyway, if the crowd likes you well enough."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 8, 2008 0:30:24 GMT -5
Brandon nods and makes way to the designated place. Sits down and begins to play his harp. "Hopefully I can make the sound of my mouth more beautiful to," he thinks before he start to sing the dornishmans wife.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2008 0:33:24 GMT -5
The diners and drinkers listen to the singer, and many are amused and delighted at his choice of song. He gets a scatter of appreciative applause at the end, and one knight calls for "The Bear and the Maiden Fair".
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