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Post by The Stranger on Jan 8, 2010 13:27:33 GMT -5
There is some discussion about having received "such generosity" but no specifics are covered.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jan 8, 2010 13:42:09 GMT -5
Jonathon strolls around the camp looking for any other promising leads before deciding what to do.
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 9, 2010 12:18:50 GMT -5
He finds no other leads.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jan 9, 2010 12:20:40 GMT -5
Jonathon goes back to Kenneth and reports the news of the Undying's suspicion and Kenneth relays the information to Captain General Antonious. Kenneth spends the rest of the evening preparing for tomorrow's Battle.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jan 10, 2010 15:36:57 GMT -5
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After the battle, Kenneth takes a look at his prisoners, first the Qohorik Commander.
"Does anybody care about you enough back in Qohor to pay for your release?" Kenneth says to the man.
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 15:43:28 GMT -5
The man grunted, "I'm not pauper. My wife will pay, sellsword."He spit on the ground in disgust, probably with himself.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jan 10, 2010 15:46:52 GMT -5
Kenneth looked the man over to try and judge the quality of his arms and armor to decide what he might be able to afford. He figured these Free City soldiers were probably more militia, although if his family could afford to hire the Unsullied then maybe it would be worth more.
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 16:12:12 GMT -5
The man had a good quality steel breast plate, with some kind of family crest engraved, and unique scrollwork done along the edges of the steel. His helm, and his ridiculous plume also had an ostentatious appearance which suggested wealth.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jan 10, 2010 16:57:11 GMT -5
"When she brings me two hundred gold, you can go free until then you are to be treated as my guest" Kenneth says turning to one of his men. "Fetch him some wine and bread and lend him any books he wants to read. If he wants to write a letter we will send it after checking its content."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 17:25:46 GMT -5
The man writes a letter to be sent to Qohor.
"Where are you from... you are not of the Free cities."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jan 10, 2010 18:28:51 GMT -5
"I am from Westeros, near Oldtown," Kenneth said thinking it might be a big city he has heard of.
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 18:58:32 GMT -5
"Ah... I see. I have never been there, but I have heard it said that it is a large trading town yes?" the Qohorik said.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jan 10, 2010 20:28:57 GMT -5
"Yes, that is accurate," Kenneth says thinking about his last and only time in the city, "although its long past its greatest days."
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Post by The Stranger on Jan 10, 2010 20:41:28 GMT -5
"Very good. And you came here to be a sellsword? Has it been profitable?" the commander asks.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jan 10, 2010 20:54:27 GMT -5
"Not as profitable as having someone else work your lands for you," he laughed, "although there has been opportunities here that have been profitable, yes."
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