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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 19:20:33 GMT -5
Quentyn grimaces. He'd have to find Redcloak later; killing this man would not do any good, and getting knocked insensate would be even worse. He turns tail and flees through the warren of tents in the night, trusting himself to quickly outpace the drunk should he pursue.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 19:23:33 GMT -5
The angry drunk throws a drinking horn at Quentyn as he runs, but he misses and the thing shatters on the ground near by.
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 19:27:38 GMT -5
Quentyn returns once more to the campfire from a different angle to see if the red-cloaked man is still present. He also keeps an eye open for the belligerent drunk and his friends.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 19:32:10 GMT -5
The Red Cloaked Man is gone from the fire place. The drunks are not, as they sit by the fire, along with the others, trading stories.
Quentyn hears something behind him, and turns around swift, to see a man wearing leather brigadine, a red cloak around his shoulders, and a blade on his hip. Quentyn recognizes the pommel.
"That's a good disguise, but I recognize my cousins, Quentyn," the man says quietly. He too has long hair, and a fuller beard then Quentyn does, but it is obviously Tomas Thatcher. His hand rests on the pommel of the blade.
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 19:41:49 GMT -5
"You are a difficult man to find," Quentyn says softly. He does not reach for the pommel of the sword at his hip; if it came to violence, he would prefer the dagger up his sleeve at any rate. He does eye Treason, however. "Did you kill your father, Tomas?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 19:45:41 GMT -5
"Right now I'm anxious to avoid killing my cousin, so please don't do anything stupid, I don't think you could win one on one, and those guys over there, " Tomas gestured with his head, "have been drinking buddies for the better part of a month," His voice sounds tired.
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 19:49:28 GMT -5
"That is very considerate of you," Quentyn remarks, "But it is not the question I asked."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 19:52:34 GMT -5
"If you are here for the reason I think you are, then you already know," Tomas replied. His hand did not move from the Treason's pommel. "I have to admit, I didn't expect it would be you."
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 19:59:05 GMT -5
"Ahh." Quentyn says sadly. "I was hoping that in the end, it would turn out you had been set up, or a bizarre mistake had been made. I had hoped it was not you. Perhaps that was naive of me."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 20:00:53 GMT -5
Tomas looked confused... "What? Aren't you here to kill me?" He asked.
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 20:09:05 GMT -5
"I am to bring you back to Westeros to stand trial for the murder of Talyn Thatcher," Quentyn says. "Every knight has the right to stand trial in Westeros. I do not want to see you dead, Tomas. But His Grace has ordered me to use force if necessary."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 20:10:55 GMT -5
"Well, its nice of you to at least pretend to uphold the custom, Quentyn," Tomas said icily, "Locke didn't bother, that whoreson."
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 20:12:42 GMT -5
It is Quentyn's turn to look confused. "Ser Jon attacked you?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 4, 2009 20:21:09 GMT -5
"Him and those thugs they see fit to give Gold Cloaks," Tomas affirmed, "I had to hit one with a candle stick just to get to my sword."
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Post by Horas on Dec 4, 2009 20:27:28 GMT -5
Quentyn grunts. "Then come back and tell your side of the story. People do not know what to believe. Half of Westeros may think your flight proves your guilt, but there are still those who would vouch for you. Is it not preferable to clear your name than to be a hunted man for the rest of your life?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.