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Post by House Dustin on May 2, 2011 17:58:11 GMT -5
Lord Mors Dustin, his Lady Wife, his eldest son and three daughters, Bowen Dustin and 10 men at arms ride out of Barrowton Castle and head east along the Barrowroad. Along the way they are joined by Owen Dustin and his wife.
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 20:00:46 GMT -5
In the dust behind them, a rider is approaching.
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Post by House Dustin on May 2, 2011 21:46:41 GMT -5
Seeing the rider would soon overtake them, Lord Dustin turned his party to receive him. "Hail," he said when the rider drew near.
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Post by The Flint on May 2, 2011 21:52:17 GMT -5
The man rode up until he was in speaking distance, "Hail milord. Your cuz, Lord Benjen of Flint's Finger, bid me ride ahead, and if you were upon the road, say he was coming shortly, and would you wait so that he might accompany you."
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Post by House Dustin on May 2, 2011 22:51:38 GMT -5
Lord Dustin smiled. "Ah, the comforts of good family. Tell your lord that I will await him in Barrowcross at the Grave Lady Inn." From there Dustin proceeded to the tiny village that lay on the intersection of the Barrowroad and the Kingsroad, to wait for his cousin.
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Post by The Flint on May 3, 2011 8:48:48 GMT -5
A few days later, Lord Benjen Flint, his wife Meera, and his Brother Jojen arrived at Barrowcross.
"Cousin!" he exclaimed, upon seeing Lord Mors, "So good to see you again!"
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Post by House Dustin on May 3, 2011 9:15:37 GMT -5
Lord Dustin inclined his head in greeting. "And you, cousin. It's been some years. Tell me of the Finger and my Aunt Jeyne." He offered his hand to his cousin.
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Post by House Dustin on May 3, 2011 9:16:41 GMT -5
Lord Dustin inclined his head in greeting. "And you, cousin. It's been some years. Tell me of the Finger and my Aunt Jeyne." He offered his hand to his cousin.
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Post by The Flint on May 3, 2011 9:20:23 GMT -5
"Your Aunt is well," Benjen replied, "Still ever the ear twister, My youngest two, Roger and Arya, live in constant fear. She seems ever present when they are up to no good, a fact I'm thankful for." He smiled, "The Finger is well, quiet. She's an easy fief to run. Easy to manage the accounts when there ain't much in them," he chuckled politely at his self-deferential jape.
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Post by House Dustin on May 3, 2011 9:44:40 GMT -5
Mors smiled knowingly. "'Tis the plight of the Northerner... The accounts I mean. You've met my children?"
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Post by The Flint on May 3, 2011 10:54:43 GMT -5
"Can't say that I have," Benjen replied, looking them over.
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Post by House Dustin on May 3, 2011 11:51:18 GMT -5
Mors gestured to the young man on his right, "This is my eldest son, Hallis." Then he waved his hand towards three girls, "and my daughters, Dacey, Bethany, and Tia. My youngest son is but only six and is not attempting the journey to Winterfell."
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Post by The Flint on May 3, 2011 11:53:22 GMT -5
Benjen smiled, "This is my wife Meera. Her father is The Flint of the Mountains." the woman curtsied. "and this is my brother, your cousin, Jonjen."
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Post by House Dustin on May 3, 2011 12:33:54 GMT -5
Mors smiled warmly at them both. Continuing the introductions, he introduced his riverlander wife and younger brother Owen to them.
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Post by House Dustin on May 3, 2011 12:34:07 GMT -5
Mors smiled warmly at them both. Continuing the introductions, he introduced his riverlander wife and younger brother Owen to them.
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Hope you all are well and happy.