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Post by The Flint on May 17, 2011 11:05:19 GMT -5
Lord Wyman sits with his kin at a bench table near the rear. They eye Bolton and his heavy guard suspiciously. Lord Bolton's eyes meet those of Lord Wyman and he nods to his men, who move to the bar. Only Benjen remains with him and together they walk over to Wyman's table. "Lord Flint," Harris said with a nod. "You making friends Lord Bolton? Awful heavy guard you lot travel bout with." |
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Post by Marie on May 17, 2011 11:07:20 GMT -5
TRston groaned and grabbed the whimpering Mark by the arm.
"You're a fool, brother," he said. "Everything had been nicely sorted and you had to go open your big mouth."
"But it's true. The girl led me on. She did," he said, looknig back at the Flints as Triston hauled him away.
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Post by The Flint on May 17, 2011 11:16:12 GMT -5
Tormund puts a hand on Ramsay's chest as the boy unsheathed his dagger. "He's an idiot boy, you let him go. And no more trouble, if you see him here in King's Landing, no matter what he says."
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Post by Flex on May 17, 2011 11:29:53 GMT -5
"You making friends Lord Bolton? Awful heavy guard you lot travel bout with." "It is wise to protect oneself," Harris replied, eying Wyman's kin before looking back at the lord. "I have an offer, if you wish it." |
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Post by The Flint on May 17, 2011 11:31:14 GMT -5
Wyman raised an eyebrow, "Oh?" He said.
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Post by Flex on May 17, 2011 11:43:14 GMT -5
"A marriage," Harris replied bluntly. "My daughter Lyanne and one of your sons. Our lands are close."
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Post by The Flint on May 17, 2011 11:44:08 GMT -5
"They are," Flint agreed, "Which one is Lyanne?"
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Post by Flex on May 17, 2011 11:57:28 GMT -5
"The wild one," Harris answered. "My first."
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Post by The Flint on May 17, 2011 12:00:30 GMT -5
Wyman grunted, and lifted up his ale mug as he drank deeply. "I don't think we've met her yet. What pray-tell you mean by wild?" He asked, concerned.
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Post by Flex on May 17, 2011 12:06:57 GMT -5
"She is akin to your cousins of the mountains," Harris stated.
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Post by The Flint on May 17, 2011 12:09:02 GMT -5
Wyman laughed, "my male cousins," he said, "Still, we can arrange an introduction at least. How old is the gal?"
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Post by Flex on May 17, 2011 12:10:27 GMT -5
"Seventeen," Harris answered. "She's a good girl and will make the man who takes her proud."
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Post by The Flint on May 17, 2011 12:14:07 GMT -5
"Seventeen is awful old," Wyman said. "Alfyn, your boy Jon is what, twenty, and unmarried?"
"Aye" Alfyn agreed, "He was betrothed to that one girl, but she caught the bloody flux and died."
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Post by Flex on May 17, 2011 12:24:06 GMT -5
"How unfortunate," Harris said. He gave a curious glance to Alfyn. "You are lord Wyman's son?"
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Post by The Flint on May 17, 2011 12:25:23 GMT -5
Alfyn nodded, "Aye, that's so."
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Hope you all are well and happy.