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Post by The Smith on Jun 21, 2011 16:56:49 GMT -5
"So you wish to refuse the added responsibilities?" Mudd asked.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 21, 2011 17:06:25 GMT -5
"You ain't said what they was yet," Domeric pointed out, "Hard to try and weasel out of a job if you don't know what it is."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 21, 2011 17:09:04 GMT -5
"A messenger from Eastwatch just arrived. There seems to be a large number of wildlings approaching. I need you to lead some men out to scout them." Mudd replied.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 21, 2011 17:10:51 GMT -5
Domeric nodded, "Aye, that's do-able. How many men do I take with me?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 21, 2011 17:11:49 GMT -5
"Twenty... I believe would be acceptable." Mudd raised an eyebrow, "Do you agree?"
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Post by The Flint on Jun 21, 2011 17:19:03 GMT -5
"Seems enough to scout and report back," Domeric agreed, "We'll leave directly, but I wanted to ask you a question first, if ya don't mind."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 21, 2011 17:37:38 GMT -5
Mudd stared at Domeric, "You may."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 21, 2011 17:40:11 GMT -5
"Them Gold Masks, as caught Lance Sands." Domeric started, "They was herding Wildling children into cages. Killing every Wildlings they see. Its what is pushing them south on us. When I got Lance back from 'em, they said they didn't kill 'im on account of a some kind compact. Said we knew what it was, but I ain't never even heard of it before... So what's this really about?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 22, 2011 6:30:09 GMT -5
Mudd looked at Domeric, and offfered a very small smile, "I have no idea."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 23, 2011 9:54:20 GMT -5
Domeric sniffed the air, as if Mudd's obvious lie offended his nose.
"Aye, as you say." He said.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 23, 2011 20:43:47 GMT -5
"You may leave Dom." He waved, and sat with his hands folded.
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