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Post by The Stranger on Nov 18, 2009 13:13:10 GMT -5
"There's the dornish girl, that charming little tart from Ghis, and your darling wife..." Becca said counting on her fingers.
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 18, 2009 13:20:51 GMT -5
A glint was visible in the corner of Conwell's eye... "You've merely counted three, my dear... Even if any one of them is the equal of three regular women."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 18, 2009 13:22:01 GMT -5
"Well, I assumed you were always looking for a fourth, you dirty old man," she winked.
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Post by House Dustin on Nov 18, 2009 14:25:33 GMT -5
Conwell grinned and let his eye wander towards where Marietta was standing with the silver-haired Targaryen. He examined her figure for the millionth time in his life. "If the right one were to come along, I suppose anything's possible."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 18, 2009 14:29:12 GMT -5
Becca chuckled, "indeed."
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Post by The Stranger on Nov 19, 2009 9:56:44 GMT -5
Becca and Conwell emerge from the Maze last, although they do not seem to notice, as they are loudly bantering and joking among themselves.
"Forgive us our late arrival," Becca said, "But Lord Lannister here refused to stop for directions!"
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