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Post by whatever on Dec 6, 2009 16:15:53 GMT -5
A market in Braavos.
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Post by whatever on Dec 6, 2009 16:21:26 GMT -5
Lysaer stood in a place, playing on his lute, where he had a good view over the market square. He kept an eye out for the healer's daughter.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 6, 2009 18:46:41 GMT -5
After about an hour, Lysaer sees the girl, with two other female companions, walking arm in arm, smelling roses, and giggling, although he can not hear what they are discussing.
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Post by whatever on Dec 6, 2009 19:12:37 GMT -5
Lysaer moved closer to the three ladies, hoping that he might hear what they were talking about.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 6, 2009 19:14:43 GMT -5
"he's sooo romantic..." Lysaer hears the healer's daughter say, "He buys me the most expensive wines, and he says next week, we'll go on a trip out of the city..."
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Post by whatever on Dec 6, 2009 19:27:09 GMT -5
Lysaer stepped in front of the three laides, and offered the three women a big smile as he played his lute.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 6, 2009 19:28:13 GMT -5
The girls smile, "Ah.. hello master bard, how do you fare today?" says the largest and dumpiest of the three girls.
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Post by whatever on Dec 6, 2009 19:36:37 GMT -5
"I had the most dull day until I saw the three of you enter the market. May I interest you in me playing you a song?" he said with a large smile and bow with his head. "Free of course, I would never even think of charging such beautiful ladies." he added and looked at the healer's daughter with his blue-grey eyes and gave her his finest smile.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 6, 2009 19:58:40 GMT -5
The fat girl clapped her hands gleefully, "Oh yes... play us a song..." The healer's daughter nodded slowly, seeming unimpressed.
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Post by whatever on Dec 7, 2009 3:52:58 GMT -5
Lysaer smiled and bowed his head to the healer's daughter and placed his fingers to the strings, having tuned it just before he walked over to the group of women. He decided to play a song, written by a bard named Tomas Cempion.
"Love me or not, love her I must or die ; Leave me or not, follow her needs must I. O that her grace would my wish comforts me. How rich in her, how happy should I live !
All my desire, all my delight should be Her to enjoy, her to write to me : Envy should cease, her would I love alone : Who loves by looks, is seldom true to one.
Could I enchant, and that it lawful were, Her would I charm softly that none should hear. But love enforced rarely yeilds firm content ; So would I love that neither should repent. "
He looked at the healer's daughter as he sang the song.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 10:25:54 GMT -5
The fat one cooed, and the Healer's daughter smiled, and turned her head away to the left.
"You sing very well master bard, what is your name," she asks, after a time.
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Post by whatever on Dec 7, 2009 10:38:29 GMT -5
Lysaer bowed gracefully.
"I am Master Lysaer Nayce, my lady. Would you do me the honor of telling me your own and your companions names?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 10:50:18 GMT -5
"I'm Nialla, this is Eustaya," She gestures at the fat one, "And Murcilla," she says gesturing to the other girl, who, up close, has a certain equine appearance.
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Post by whatever on Dec 7, 2009 11:12:26 GMT -5
Lysaer gave the three women a smile, though he let his eyes stay a little longer upon Nialla.
"It's a honor to make your acquaintance, my ladies. So what brings you to the rose market this morning? I am sure that you ladies already has a lot of roses at home from every kind of admirers."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 7, 2009 11:30:22 GMT -5
Eustaya made some ridiculous cow noise that was probably intended to be inticing. Murcilla laughed and shook her head, and Nialla just smiled.
"Yes..., my fiance brings me roses all the time," She says pointedly, "But it is still nice to look. And no place in Braavos smells better, that' is for certain."
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