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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 19:23:31 GMT -5
A wide open courtyard, used for a mixture of training and socializing, by knights, guards, and lesser nobles.
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 19:24:05 GMT -5
Lord Wyman was stand against the wall beside his son Tormund as they watched the southron knights about in their exercises.
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 19:29:10 GMT -5
Two men were crossing the throught the courtyard, when one of them stopped. His single eye rotated quickly toward the two northern knights. He walked toward him, and the gilded hand pin made it clear he was Breyn Royce.
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 19:32:17 GMT -5
Lord Wyman straightened up a bit, and punched his son Tormund in the thigh. Both dropped their heads respectfully.
"milord hand." they muttered.
Behind them, Ramsay and Ryk, Tormund's son and nephew, returning from putting on ringmail and gauntlets so as to spar, bumped into Tormund's back.
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 19:34:07 GMT -5
Breyn eyed the two men, then forced a smile, "You seem to have me at a disadvantge."
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 19:40:50 GMT -5
Tormund looked back at the boys, and clicked his tongue disapprovingly. They dropped their blunted blades and took a knee.
"Sorry milord. We Flints tend to outnumber everyone we meet," Wyman said diplomatically.
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 19:42:57 GMT -5
Breyn kept the rough smile pinned in place, "I doubt it. So you are from one of the Flint houses." He studied each man with thorough measuring that weighed each man in turn. "What brings you this far south?"
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 19:50:46 GMT -5
"Tourney milord," Tormund replied. "Doubt we'll win anything, but you never know, and the coins worth a bit of a gamble."
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 19:57:38 GMT -5
"You choose to travel here, instead of the wedding of your Lord's sister. The King will be honored." He saod slowly.
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 20:02:10 GMT -5
"My goodbrother, The Flint will be there. He speaks for all Flints. And also Lord Benjen of Flint's Finger as well, so we shall be well represented. And his grace's celebration is a very worthy cause. One can get married many times, but you only reach seven name-days once." Tormund replied.
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 20:08:05 GMT -5
Breyn raised an eyebrow, and looked away, "So you think the marriage will not last?"
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 20:14:48 GMT -5
"I can't say for that milord," Tormund replied, "The North and Islands is very different. Some times opposites attract. Some times they don't. Worth watching."
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 20:37:39 GMT -5
"I will indeed." Breyn replied, his single eye flashing back to Tormund.
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Post by The Flint on May 4, 2011 20:40:24 GMT -5
"If its not to familiar milord, how fare things in the capital? We don't get news so often in the North," the Flint said.
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Post by The Smith on May 4, 2011 20:49:23 GMT -5
"Things are well. The city is abuzz with the excitement for the tournament." Breyn replied, "Do you think many other Iron Island men, or Northmen will travel south for the Tournament."
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