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Post by Horas on May 3, 2011 21:54:20 GMT -5
Reputed to be the finest wine house in King's Landing, the Green Room is all gilded corners and green velvet. It caters to a very elite set of customers.
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Post by Horas on May 3, 2011 21:56:28 GMT -5
Ser Ranulf Redwyne begins spending a large amount of coin in the establishment.
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Post by Tallahar on May 31, 2011 10:08:45 GMT -5
Lord Alaric Corbray arrives at the Green Room. Taking a table he orders three bottles of the Arbor Gold.
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Post by Horas on Jun 1, 2011 0:32:15 GMT -5
Ranulf Redwyne, heir to the Arbor, is sprawled out in one of the room's plush velvet chairs. He has the look of a man well into his cups, and every once and a while he raises his goblet to drink with an expression of greatest satisfaction.
"Now there," Ranulf says, raising his cup toward Lord Alaric and slurring his words slightly, "Is a man with good taste."
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Post by Tallahar on Jun 1, 2011 1:16:20 GMT -5
Alaric looked to the man noting his appearence shaking his head. When his meal arrived Alaric slowly began to enjoy his meal.
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Post by Horas on Jun 1, 2011 2:58:04 GMT -5
Ranulf laughs softly at Alaric's expression. He takes a very long sip of wine, then lets his arm fall and drop the empty cup. After some time of staring at nothing in particular, Ranulf looks back over to Corbray.
"I remember you, Valeman," he says. "We jousted in the semi-finals. You tilted well," he says grudgingly, but adds with a sly smile, "Not well enough, though."
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Post by Tallahar on Jun 1, 2011 9:47:59 GMT -5
"Almost as well as you in the finale." Alaric doesn't even look up from his meal.
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Post by Horas on Jun 1, 2011 10:52:22 GMT -5
"Oh, you're a clever one, aren't you?" He reaches for his cup, not remembering it is empty, then drops it again in disgust. "I'd never even heard of him, that Dornishman," Ranulf says. "I suppose he's a traitor now."
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Post by Tallahar on Jun 1, 2011 11:07:40 GMT -5
Alaric looked to the man, "Who knows."
OOC: I was meaning for this to be before meeting Breyn at the Tower of the Hand.
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Post by Horas on Jun 1, 2011 11:27:52 GMT -5
OOC: Alright.
"Declaring independence, and all that," Ranulf clarifies. "Course, I never rightly understood why anyone wanted the Dornish in the kingdom anyway. Useless spit of land."
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Post by Tallahar on Jun 1, 2011 11:32:46 GMT -5
"Yes they are a strange bunch. But they are part of our kings realm so they must swear loyalty for him."
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Post by Horas on Jun 1, 2011 13:47:28 GMT -5
"The king's realm," Ranulf repeats with a drunken smirk. A pretty serving girl comes by with a new cup of wine for the Redwyne heir. "I doubt the king can even control his bladder at night. Much less the Dornish."
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Post by Tallahar on Jun 1, 2011 22:29:34 GMT -5
Alaric shoke his head slowly, "Because the King is the young we should all ignore him. I don't agree with that he will come into his crown one day and rule."
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Post by Horas on Jun 2, 2011 0:04:21 GMT -5
"Mayhaps. None of his relatives did... sickness, did they call it?" Ranulf shrugs in his chair. "If I was the little king, I would be watching my back."
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Post by Tallahar on Jun 2, 2011 2:34:43 GMT -5
"It was a great sickness that affected all of Kings Landing it is truly horrible that it took so many of the Targaryens."
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