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Post by Horas on Jun 11, 2011 2:14:10 GMT -5
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Ser Mandon Stonecrab knocks at the door. He strokes his mustache with his right hand as he waits for a reply. His left hand cradles a bottle of Arbor Gold.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2011 10:02:49 GMT -5
Jalissa opened the door, and smiled at the Harbormaster.
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Post by Horas on Jun 11, 2011 12:32:39 GMT -5
Mandon kisses the girl's hand, his mustache tickling her knuckles. "It is very nice to see you again, lady Jalissa," he says. "Is your father home?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2011 12:42:50 GMT -5
Jalissa nodded, "Yes he is, please come in." She motioned for him to enter.
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Post by Horas on Jun 11, 2011 13:35:13 GMT -5
"Very good," Mandon says, stepping inside.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2011 13:39:26 GMT -5
Jalissa walks him forward into the main courtyard.
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Post by Horas on Jun 11, 2011 13:46:29 GMT -5
Ser Mandon follows easily enough. "Your Westerosi is getting better," he comments.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2011 13:53:44 GMT -5
She laughs, "There is always something I forget."
When Mandon entered the courtyard he see three men with crossbows pointed at him, and sense a man moving between him and the door he entered from.
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Post by Horas on Jun 11, 2011 13:59:25 GMT -5
The Stonecrab's brow furrows into a deep frown. He sighs deeply. "Those who break the sacred oath of guest right are spit upon by the gods," Mandon asserts, "So I am sure you will give me a reasonable explanation why there are men pointing crossbows at my face, sweet Jalissa."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2011 14:02:00 GMT -5
Jalissa laughed, and turned to Mandon, "Those that search for Callen Baratheon come to similar ends... why do you hunt your fallen king?"
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Post by Horas on Jun 11, 2011 14:09:00 GMT -5
"I have friends on both sides of the Narrow Sea, child," Mandon says. He slowly uncorks the bottle of Arbor Gold he holds. "Let us part our ways and be done with this. Kill me and you might find this crab's corpse is enough to capsize your boat."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2011 14:13:00 GMT -5
Jalissa laughed, and stepped from the room, reaching down she buried her hand into a head of hair, and dragged a corpse into the room.
It seemed to be her own corpse. "What ever you are thinking Crab... think again, and answer my question."
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Post by Horas on Jun 11, 2011 14:19:57 GMT -5
Mandon sighs again, and this time it is filled with sadness. "She was just a silly little girl who liked to hear about Westeros," the Stonecrab shakes his head, then takes a long drink of the wine straight from the bottle. "If you would kill this family just for hearing a name, why should I believe you will let me live? Why should I answer anything?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2011 14:45:56 GMT -5
"We killed this family to hear a name, had to cut on the father quite some time." She replied, "That girl was very loyal to you. She had dreams of being carried off to Westeros as your bride."
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Post by Horas on Jun 11, 2011 14:51:58 GMT -5
Mandon's left hand balls into a fist, but he does not move. His eyes search for some unguarded window out of the courtyard. "What does a Braavosi care about some exiled Baratheon?"
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