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Post by Erik on Aug 22, 2008 16:28:22 GMT -5
"Quite the plan. I've heard men speak of similar things, the people ruling themselves. I seem to recall someone last time I was here in King's Landing. Looked like some Ironborn ruffian to me."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2008 17:01:32 GMT -5
Dacey cocked her head. "Is that so? Well, ten years ago was much the same as now. The city was being rebuilt for the millionth time."
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Post by Erik on Aug 22, 2008 17:08:15 GMT -5
"So shouldn't you people have this rebuilding down, by now? I can't imagine it would take you more than a few hours to get the city back up and running like it was before, with so much practice."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2008 17:09:21 GMT -5
Dacey gave him a look. "Can I get you anything else, ser?"
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Post by Erik on Aug 22, 2008 17:14:17 GMT -5
Renald smirks and shakes his head slightly, then replies, "Well, Dacey, I wouldn't mind seeing my cousin. What did Erik say his name was? Octavion?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2008 17:18:19 GMT -5
Dacey paused, and stared at him. "Who are you?" she demanded.
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Post by Erik on Aug 22, 2008 17:20:19 GMT -5
"Ser Renald Flowers, of course. Might be someone different if we had a word in private, though."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2008 17:23:28 GMT -5
She let Lettie take her place, and led Flowers up to her study. Her massive female bodyguard, Mysha, glowered at Flowers from her post outside Dacey's door. Then Dacey closed the door, and turned to Flowers.
"Now," she said coolly. "What were you saying? That you were related to Erik Coldiron?"
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Post by Erik on Aug 22, 2008 17:27:26 GMT -5
"Greyjoy, Erik Greyjoy. The man you're the widow of. I'm not surprised, but a little insulted you don't recognize your old friend and cousin-in-law Mortimer, Dacey. I suppose we haven't seen each other since Pentos, and that was only in passing."
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Post by The Flint on Sept 3, 2008 9:11:45 GMT -5
///////////////////// A young knight with a wispy thin mustache enters the Avalon.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 10, 2008 9:04:37 GMT -5
((OOC: Sorry, I didn't see it when you posted it )) The young man is taken to hidden room at once by Lettie. "I'll get Dacey at once," she said, pouring out tea for him. "Make yourself comfortable. She's talking to a visitor, I'll let her know you're here."
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Post by The Flint on Sept 17, 2008 16:34:50 GMT -5
The knight with the wispy moustache nodded happily.
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 17, 2008 18:37:12 GMT -5
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Ser Maric is sitting at the bar arguing with another man, "No The Crow was much worse then 'Prince' Andry." The Knight seems rather drunk.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 17, 2008 18:50:26 GMT -5
"You don't know what your bleeding talking about." the man slurred. "The Crow, bastard though he might'n a been, didn't work with no buggering Braavosi bastards. They say that old Eel paid Andry in trunks and trunks of gold dragons to finance his war, he did. That's just... wrong, is what it is. Crow was the Crow, but he weren't a foreigner."
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 17, 2008 18:55:20 GMT -5
"But the 'Prince' got captured and was backed off to the Wall so he manhood my freeze. That damn Crow stayed alive. Now he's a real bastard."
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