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Post by Erik on Oct 23, 2009 21:07:53 GMT -5
Ragnor enters a smithy in the city, a few guards fanning out behind him.
"I need six crowns made." He says simply.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 23, 2009 21:09:38 GMT -5
The man's fat jaw dropped. "Are you referring to some kind of coin?"
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Post by Erik on Oct 23, 2009 21:11:33 GMT -5
"No, some kind of shiny hat."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 23, 2009 21:18:13 GMT -5
"Any specifications? Your grace." the smith asked.
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Post by Erik on Oct 23, 2009 21:23:25 GMT -5
"Iron and bronze for the Queen in the North. Gold for the King of the West. Steel and Gold for the King of the Stormlands. Bronze for the Prince of Dorne, and another bronze one for the King of the Vale. Silver for the Kings of the Riverlands, and the Reach, with sapphires and emeralds, respectively. I assume you can work precious metals besides gold, of course."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 23, 2009 21:28:08 GMT -5
The man slowly nodded, his jaw still open.
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Post by Erik on Oct 23, 2009 21:29:49 GMT -5
"I'll need to see depictions first. Give approval and all that. Oh, but no word of this is to be heard outside these walls. 'Tis a surprise."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 23, 2009 21:32:12 GMT -5
The man nodded again. Still dumbfounded.
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Post by Erik on Oct 23, 2009 21:44:33 GMT -5
Ragnor just stares at the man for a moment. "Do you know anyone with more experience in crown-making who would behave slightly less like a damned fool when I speak to him?"
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Post by The Smith on Oct 23, 2009 21:56:00 GMT -5
"Do I know anyone with crown making experience?" He stuttered incredulously.
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Post by Erik on Oct 23, 2009 21:59:44 GMT -5
"So you're the best man for crowns in this city?"
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