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Post by Edric Stark on Nov 8, 2009 4:36:56 GMT -5
"Some family.." she said, more to herself than to Eustace. "What matters is that you're both happy."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2009 4:38:39 GMT -5
Eustace laughed, "I know, but Selwyn was not all bad. And we are both much happier then we were before. We were made to be together."
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Post by Edric Stark on Nov 8, 2009 4:56:05 GMT -5
"That's.. nice." she admitted with a nod. "Hopefully this war will solve easily as well."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2009 4:58:24 GMT -5
Eustace nodded, "We almost have the war wrapped up. And with you on our side, the outcome is completely predictable." He laughed, "You shine not just with your regular beauty, but with the glow of spears and armor." He pinched her cheek, and winked at her.
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Post by Edric Stark on Nov 8, 2009 5:06:03 GMT -5
Ariadne rolled her eyes. "So that's the real reason behind your good mood." she teased.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2009 5:09:14 GMT -5
Eustace nodded, "Yep. Nothing gets me excited as ten thousand screaming dornishmen each bearing a spear. Besides their beautiful princess." He offered a deep and mocking bow.
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Post by Edric Stark on Nov 8, 2009 7:26:33 GMT -5
"Right. Thank you for sending Lord Trant to Dorne for them. Although a letter would have sufficed."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 8, 2009 7:28:10 GMT -5
Eustace chuckled, "I have found his tongue much more expressive then my pen. I can barely write four words before I grow bored and wander off."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 8, 2009 19:33:54 GMT -5
Rowan smiles as the two chat. Ariadne was good at playing the attentive niece he thought. "Yes but put a tankard of ale in your belly and you can sing like a bard. . . a very drunk bard," he laughed.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 9, 2009 3:57:16 GMT -5
"More like a very drunk bull hollering at the moon. I forget the words, but spout the sounds." Eustace replied.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 9, 2009 8:47:54 GMT -5
"Well the dogs always like it, they'll often join you in a verse or two of the The Dirty Deer," Rowan said with a laugh. The Dirty Deer was a song written about Eustace's father King Rodrick which was meant to be derrogatory but that the King wore as a badge of honor and soon became a favorite of the Stormlands with each banner house writing their own verse.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 9, 2009 14:10:40 GMT -5
Eustace nodded, "My father was a truly awful kind, but he taught me one very important lesson. If I need a chair, I do not build a chair, I have a carpenter or other such man make it. If you are a King, and do not know how, find good men who can and have them do it, and then keep your nose out of the way. My father had capable men, but he kept sticking his nose into the way. He would never have dared bother a smith when they were crafting or repairing a piece of his armor, but he would not let the men running the kingdom the same freedom."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 9, 2009 15:01:58 GMT -5
Rowan shuffles a bit uncomfortably at such talk, he offers a smile towards Princess Ariadne, how she managed to maintain her appearance in such cramped quarters as a naval ship he would never know.
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Post by Marie on Nov 9, 2009 18:04:07 GMT -5
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Rhaenys nad Elanarryia arrived back at camp.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 9, 2009 18:34:48 GMT -5
Rowan meets the Queen Mother and her Dragon when they land, "Your Grace," he said bowing low. "Lord Thatcher told me to expect you," Rowan appeared thinner then he was when he had last traveled with Rhaenys and he has dark circles under his eyes.
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