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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 13:59:43 GMT -5
ooc: I knew it...
"Ah, do excuse me." Daeron said, stepping out of view and rolling his eyes. "I bid you a good night." He walked back to his room, went inside and listened from there for the maester to leave the privy.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 14:03:03 GMT -5
After awhile Daeron hears footsteps past his door, and a very audible, "Good night Maester," from the guardsmen in the left corridor.
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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 14:16:08 GMT -5
With a grunt Daeron decides there is no chance to get past either guardsmen and goes to sleep.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 14:18:54 GMT -5
That night Daeron has a terrible dream of a hideous misshapen beast, with six spindley arms, wicked long claws, and vicious gnashing teeth.
He awakes in a cold sweat just before daylight.
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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 14:52:58 GMT -5
He wipes the sweat off his brow and slowly gets dressed. After sitting on his bed in contemplation for a while he goes to see his two noble companions.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 14:56:50 GMT -5
As he steps outside, he sees that the castle is still asleep. He can hear gentle snoring from the guardsmen who was off in the left corridor. Asleep on his feet.
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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 15:00:17 GMT -5
Very slowly Daeron tip toed his way over to the sleeping guardsman, making sure to remain as quiet as possible. He checked to see if the man stood directly in front of the door.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 15:01:24 GMT -5
The man does not stand directly in front of the door, but rather off to the side.
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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 15:13:06 GMT -5
Daeron leans against the side of the doorway to make it look like, should the guard wake, as if he were simply resting agains the wall. Slowly he moves his hand towards the doorknob and tries it.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 15:17:55 GMT -5
The door is unlocked and opens slowly.
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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 15:25:46 GMT -5
Daeron glances up at the guardsman before looking inside the room.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 15:52:11 GMT -5
Daeron finds himself in a small sitting room. There are three chairs, and a day sofa, alongside armoire. A young girl, perhaps sixteen, in Serret livery, is asleep on the daybed, and she is snoring softly.
past the sitting room is a large bedroom, with a large poster bed, with curtains draped down around it. There is a single body in the bed, laying on its side.
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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 16:04:31 GMT -5
Daeron slowly and silently closes the door and strides quietly over to the poster bed, leaning around to see who is sleeping in it.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 16:11:47 GMT -5
It is, not surprisingly, Lady Serret, beneath a very large mink fur.
Her eyes open, she blinks several times, and focuses in on Daeron.
"Your Grace?"
[Daeron to Beginner-Espionage]
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Post by Flex on Dec 7, 2009 16:21:55 GMT -5
"Good morning!" Daeron says with a wave of his hand. "I woke up and thought "What better than for lady Serrett to see my handsome face first thing in the morning?", and so here I am. Oh, by the way, your guard is asleep."
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Hope you all are well and happy.