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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 15, 2009 16:11:06 GMT -5
"It's not a secret if most people know it already. I could just write Becca and ask her. Unless you have another secret you want to share and we can trade."
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Post by Marie on Dec 15, 2009 16:17:09 GMT -5
"No, of course not!" Joanna declared. "I just don't see why I should give away information for nothing."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 15, 2009 16:19:03 GMT -5
"Information? You make me seem like a tradesmen or merchant haggling over a fruit, I thought we were family and friends!" She said in a whiney voice, hurt by Jo's rebuttal.
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Post by Marie on Dec 15, 2009 16:22:25 GMT -5
"We are," Joanna sighed. "But I did a stupid thing I now regret and I'd sooner not talk about it."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 15, 2009 16:25:28 GMT -5
"Fine. Anyway, hopefully we see eachother at court sometime soon. I'll at least see your children before you leave."
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Post by Marie on Dec 15, 2009 16:35:50 GMT -5
"Of course you will. If there comes a time when I am not shamed by my actions in Kings Landing I will tell you why."
Joanna smiled sadly.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 15, 2009 18:34:10 GMT -5
Arya nodded, "I'd rather just hear it from you so you can explain your thinking and so that I can share my thoughts with you than from some second hand. But if that's how you want things then we can deal with intermediaries." Arya stood and walked off.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 16, 2009 15:12:24 GMT -5
///
Aryanna, equipped with two hidden blades now, went and sought out the head steward of the Eyrie.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 16, 2009 15:18:47 GMT -5
Steward Fimbleton Stone was in his office reviewing figures.
"Can I help you child?"
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 16, 2009 15:20:00 GMT -5
Arya curtsied, "Hello, I'm Aryanna Dayne, I came by to find out some information about one of the maids that was in service here. Her name is Melissa."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 16, 2009 15:22:40 GMT -5
"was." Fimbleton replies, "She is no longer in our employ," he says, making a stern slashing gesture with the quill, and moving a sheet of parchment off to the side to dry.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 16, 2009 15:25:47 GMT -5
"I know. I was wondering if you could point me in the direction of those she served with, or who her friends were." She twiddled her fingers nervously.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 16, 2009 15:30:05 GMT -5
"Our servants do not have friends..." Fimbleton said, "or if they do, I don't hear about it, or they will be fired forthwith. It is their duty to work for their lordship, not dither around swapping silly tales."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 16, 2009 15:32:54 GMT -5
"Where was it that she slept, have her things been removed already?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 16, 2009 15:39:17 GMT -5
"Things such as she might have owned, are the property of her family. It is common place for the other servants to collect them, and arrange for them to be sent to the respective deceased's village. I suspect they just steal the lot of it, nine times for every ten," The steward says.
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