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Post by The Smith on May 3, 2011 6:33:45 GMT -5
The bearded man scratched his chin and laughed, "The idea of serving boy king disturbs me somehow. What if he decides to use actually soliders instead of tin ones in some silly game." Suddenly he laughed deeply, "I just now realized that is what all kings do."
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Post by The Flint on May 3, 2011 8:46:38 GMT -5
Quent chuckled politely. "Ain't heard of no boy King," he said, "Seems to me Kings is always the man with the strongest arm, or the wisest head, no matter what he's wearing a his head, or where he sits his arse." He leaned forward, "Maybe you serve one of them fellas?"
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Post by The Smith on May 3, 2011 14:53:02 GMT -5
The bearded man laughed, "Sounds better to be one of those fellows, I think." He eyed the shepard for a moment, "And who are you boy? Do they give shepards names in the north?"
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Post by The Flint on May 3, 2011 15:05:25 GMT -5
"I'm a Flint," The boy replied, "And you still ain't said as to who you were."
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Post by The Smith on May 3, 2011 15:08:26 GMT -5
"You did not ask." The man replied, "I am called Jacob, and I am a grand trader." He paused a moment, "I have heard of the Flints, of course, noble house that one."
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Post by The Flint on May 3, 2011 15:15:13 GMT -5
"Nobler then some, not as noble as others," Quent replied with a smile, and a sip of beer, "What are you up here trading for?"
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Post by The Smith on May 3, 2011 15:17:30 GMT -5
"I trade in information generally. I buy nuggest of truth, and sell them for nuggets of gold." He winked, "You have anything for sare, shepard? Sheep seem to be everywhere, and their constant blating makes me think they are in the know."
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Post by The Flint on May 3, 2011 15:24:40 GMT -5
Quent nodded, "To whom do you sell them?"
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Post by The Smith on May 3, 2011 15:38:23 GMT -5
"Whomever has the gold. Mostly Royce and Lannister. They are voracious for information, will pay near any price." He smiled, and knocked his knuckles on the wood.
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Post by The Flint on May 3, 2011 15:48:49 GMT -5
Quent nodded. "People think we Flints don't hear so good. But we pay attention. How does one get a hold of you, if we know something interesting?"
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Post by The Smith on May 3, 2011 15:58:00 GMT -5
Jacob looked at the boy and smiled, "Of course I do. Do you know the blacksmith, well his wife works for me." He winked, and added, "And she is quite good at her work."
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Post by The Flint on May 3, 2011 16:08:43 GMT -5
Quent smiled, "Okay. If the opportunity arises, maybe I'll pass something along."
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Post by The Smith on May 3, 2011 16:14:05 GMT -5
"Just tell her it was Jacob Hunt that sent you by, and there will be a few coins coming your way as well." He smiled, and winked again.
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Post by The Flint on May 3, 2011 16:17:31 GMT -5
"Very good. We'll I'd best move along. Enjoy the rest of your evening, and I hope your cheating of this fella," He jerked his finger, "Goes really well." Quent got up and moved away from the table.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 15, 2011 12:42:39 GMT -5
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Danny Flint and Heidi Caron reach a small, well lit Inn not far from the keep, and settle into a booth.
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Hope you all are well and happy.