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Post by Erik on Dec 21, 2009 14:32:21 GMT -5
"Fuck!" He turns to the thug, and tells him, "Run downstairs, send one of the guards to pass word to the men on the gate watches. Any groups fitting their descriptions are to be detained. Go!"
He then goes to take a look at Nerrick's wounds.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 14:43:35 GMT -5
Nerrick has lost his sword arm at the elbow, and is unconscious from blood lost. He requires a maester immediately.
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Post by Erik on Dec 21, 2009 14:45:43 GMT -5
Mors returns his axe to his back, and lifts Nerrick up on his shoulder, carrying him downstairs.
"All right," He tells the guards and thugs, "Someone ran to alert the gate watch, yes? So one of you guards, check the two open rooms upstairs. Any coin, share it with the rest, anything else, bring it to me. Let's move, someone find a fucking maester."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 21, 2009 14:53:23 GMT -5
One of the guards mumbles something about bringing Nerrick to College to see one of the Sages.
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Post by Erik on Dec 22, 2009 11:45:54 GMT -5
"That'll do. I'll deal with him, you lot lock Feldt and the rest up."
Mors hurries out the door, heading for the College.
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