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Post by whatever on Dec 20, 2009 18:04:04 GMT -5
Lysaer smiled to himself as the man quickly moved away. He was glad as long as he didn't have to engage in any conversation, though he knew at some point that it were unavoidable.
He wondered why Lord Dutovan were here at the party since it would be more understandable for him to follow Lord Tregario than Delinal. He needed to find out more, but he couldn't just move away at the moment, maybe a little bit later he could see if he could find out something more.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 18:59:50 GMT -5
A man as thin and rigid as a reed approached.
"My dear, how are you this eve..." His jaw dropped slowly.
Lysaer recognized the man as Captain Durman Nysar, a noted name in Braavos' navy.
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Post by whatever on Dec 20, 2009 19:03:30 GMT -5
"How I am is not important, what's important is how your evening is" Lysaer said, feeling sick to his stomach as he spoke in the light voice.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 19:07:16 GMT -5
"Uh.... Forgive me, I think I see Lord Dutovan over there, I've need speak with him," the man says, before hurrying away as fast as he can.
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Post by whatever on Dec 20, 2009 19:13:01 GMT -5
Lysaer rose after that the Captain had left, and headed up to the door opening, looking out to see where the Captain had disappeared to. He wondered if he would find something out from the two men if he listened in to their conversation.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 19:27:24 GMT -5
The Captain whispers only briefly to Lord Dutovan, and then moves into the room of another courtesan.
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Post by whatever on Dec 20, 2009 19:30:03 GMT -5
She stands close to the door opening, and looks to see where Lord Dutovan disappears to, and then she scans around to see what Lord Delinal is doing.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 19:36:44 GMT -5
Lord Delinal is playing the gracious host, sitting in an overstuffed chair with two women, very obviously NOT courtesans of any real quality, sitting on his lap.
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Post by whatever on Dec 20, 2009 19:41:11 GMT -5
Lysaer sighs and wonders if he has gone about this the right way, here he wouldn't learn anything unless he could speak to someone of importance, and so far it seemed that everyone walked away as soon as they got close enough.
He walked inside and put out a few more candles so it was almost pitch dark in there before he sat down again and waited for another "customer" to come inside.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 19:48:16 GMT -5
Two men enter, both middling noblemen.
"So... daarr....good gods! What is Delinal playing at?" The man says laughing, "Is this some kind of humorous thing I don't get?" as much to the other man with him as to Lysaer.
"I... Good gods, I have no idea, Are you her e as part of Lord Delinal's dastardly plot to blackmail us?" The other man says with a giggle.
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Post by whatever on Dec 20, 2009 19:53:32 GMT -5
"I am here for your entertainment, my good men." Lysaer said and smiled behind his veil. "Please have a seat, The Veiled Lady don't get used like that, what is this blackmail you are talking about? If you tell me your names, I will let other courtesans around Braavos know you are men to be seen with."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 19:56:22 GMT -5
They both laugh uproariously, "Oh... yes indeed veiled "lady," the man snickers.
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Post by whatever on Dec 20, 2009 20:00:59 GMT -5
"It's good that I amuse you so much, my good men. It's said that a good laugh prolongs your life, which means I just gave you a few more years to live, I am sure that is worth something." Lysaer said with a smile.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 20, 2009 20:04:14 GMT -5
"Lord Dutovan, is a notorious drunk. I'll give you 10 dragons if you slip into his bed tonight, He'd enjoy that," The man chuckles.
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Post by whatever on Dec 20, 2009 20:11:24 GMT -5
"That is a bet I would accept, where will his bed be this evening?" Lysaer said with a smile. "Who are you that will owe me 10 dragons after tonight?"
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