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Post by Fel on May 5, 2011 16:03:45 GMT -5
He tilted his head to look passed Mark at her. "She doesn't seem all that outrageous", he said, "but I suppose I'll come meet her."
He followed Mark back over to Summer.
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 16:13:08 GMT -5
Mark seated himself.
"Summer Snow, meet Dagos Yronwood. Here, have some ale."
He offered the pitcher to Dagos.
"What are you doing here, you never told me that?" He asked his fellow Dornishman.
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Post by Fel on May 5, 2011 16:13:59 GMT -5
"Charmed," he said, watching Summer like he wasn't sure of her.
He sat down and grabbed the pitcher. When Mark asked the question, he looked at him confused as he poured the ale into a mug. "Drinking," he replied, with a shrug.
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 16:23:21 GMT -5
"That's obvious. But you must do something when you're not drinking or sleeping or pissing all the drink away. You must be here for a reason," Mark insisted.
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Post by Fel on May 5, 2011 16:27:21 GMT -5
He frowned, "I suppose so, but with all that other stuff you mentioned, I've never really gotten round to wondering what that reason might be."
"What are you two doing here?"
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Post by Marie on May 5, 2011 16:44:46 GMT -5
"Having a drink and a meal, which should be ready soon. I've been showing Summer the sights of Kings Landing," Mark explained.
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Post by The Flint on May 5, 2011 17:39:45 GMT -5
Summer nodded, following the conversation between the two Dornishmen wordlesly, happy enough to be ignored.
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Post by Flex on May 6, 2011 6:41:48 GMT -5
The door opened and several guardsmen in the black and pink Bolton livery entered before Brandon Bolton, the heir to the Dreadfort, and his sister Lyelle stepped inside. The former was still dressed in riding leathers, his large and powerful form even more enhanced by the diminutive body of his sister, who wore a beautiful black satin dress.
"Me and my men need ale!" Brandon growled towards the bar as he looked around the room. Lyelle had already spotted Summer seated next to two Dornishmen, and being one who could tell when a fellow lady was bored, she gave her a small wave and a smile.
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Post by Fel on May 6, 2011 7:39:58 GMT -5
"Gods be good, this place is getting too crowded," Dagos said, rubbing his forehead and promptly leaving Mark and Summer without another word.
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 8:33:42 GMT -5
Summer smiled back and waves at the Boltons.
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Post by Flex on May 6, 2011 8:55:18 GMT -5
Lyelle said a few words to Brandon, who was already making his way to a table before walking over to Summer. "Greetings," She said with a small curtsy. "I could not help but spot a lady in trouble." She gave an indulging smile to Mark before turning back to Summer. "Though I am exceedingly happy to see a fellow northern lady in King's Landing."
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 8:57:45 GMT -5
"Thank you for the rescue!" Summer said, "I've been kidnapped by this Dornishman who thinks to bed me."
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Post by Flex on May 6, 2011 9:03:45 GMT -5
"What an interesting supposition," Lyelle said with a giggle as she pulled out a black fan and waved it about in front of her face. "And is there any evidence to support his belief that he may know you in that most special of ways?" She pressed a small hand to her lips. "Do excuse me if that question was rude!"
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Post by The Flint on May 6, 2011 9:07:55 GMT -5
Summer laughed, "well, I might have teased him a bit, and convinced him to run naked into the middle of Baelor's sept."
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Post by Flex on May 6, 2011 9:11:44 GMT -5
"Oh my!" Lyelle exclaimed, her eyes widening. "No wonder poor Mark has certain grand illusions." She giggled again and lowered her fan. "Though I must say, he is rather handsome."
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Hope you all are well and happy.