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Post by House Dustin on May 10, 2011 12:21:31 GMT -5
Lord Dustin inquires at Lord Greyjoy's rooms if he could have an audience.
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Post by The Smith on May 10, 2011 17:34:02 GMT -5
The man at the door listened politely while picking his nose, "Maybe he ain't in, bub."
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Post by House Dustin on May 10, 2011 22:00:49 GMT -5
"And who might you be?" Mors smiled. "Bub?"
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Post by The Smith on May 10, 2011 22:06:24 GMT -5
"Logan Son of Cole." He replied, "The guy making sure none of you wolves gut my lord when he is shitting, sleeping or fucking."
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Post by House Dustin on May 10, 2011 22:16:04 GMT -5
"Well, Logan Son of Cole," Mors said, "I am Lord Mors Dustin of Barrowton, and I have business with your master, and I have neither the time nor inclination to broker the disrespect of some underbred single-wit. If your master is within, tell him I have business. If he is not, then tell him I was here and that I have an opportunity for him."
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Post by The Smith on May 10, 2011 22:26:02 GMT -5
The man turned, and opened the door, "Theres a Lord of Barrowton to see you.... alright."
Logan kicked the door open, and motioned for him to enter.
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Post by House Dustin on May 10, 2011 22:39:10 GMT -5
"Thank you, Logan, Son of Cole," Mors said as he passed the guardsman and entered.
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Post by The Smith on May 10, 2011 22:46:04 GMT -5
Balon Greyjoy is sitting in a seat. He stares coldly at Mors, but says nothing.
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Post by House Dustin on May 10, 2011 22:52:55 GMT -5
Mors inclined his head in respect. "Lord Greyjoy, I know your time is valuable, so I'll get straight to the point. I have been thinking that this marriage between North and Iron may offer some new opportunities to the both of us."
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Post by The Smith on May 10, 2011 22:59:11 GMT -5
Greyjoy looked at Mors, "That was almost straight to the point."
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Post by House Dustin on May 10, 2011 23:16:55 GMT -5
Mors couldn't help but smile in self-deprecation. "Fair enough. There is no real sea trade on the western shores of the North to speak of. The reason for that has been the Iron Islands. To trade in the North, one walks the Kingsroad or takes a ship to White Harbor and a barge up the White Knife. Gods be good, the Kingsroad can be so slow that ships leave from the Arbor and go all the way 'round Dorne to White Harbor, and all to avoid the Ironmen. It is a testament to your command of the sea."
Lord Dustin extended a hand and continued after a brief pause. "If there was trade through the West, though, it would likely come through Barrowton. A ship up the Saltspear and up the Barb o' the Old Kings would get it close enough to Winterfell that the Kingsroad wouldn't seem so long and slow. The problem I have, then, is the Iron Islands. Perhaps we could come to some kind of an arrangement. You keep your reavers in control so that trade can flourish and we can find some way to compensate your men what they aren't taking the old way. Perhaps even we could establish that there is a 'tax' that you and yours can lawfully levy at some location, and if the merchant refuses... Well then, come what may." Mors paused again. "I also have an unmarried son and daughters if that form of exchange appeals to you or some of your lords to strengthen any bonds through shared blood."
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Post by The Smith on May 10, 2011 23:20:15 GMT -5
"You command sheep. And I command sharks." Greyjoy replied, and continued to stare cold eyed at Dustin.
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Post by House Dustin on May 10, 2011 23:24:00 GMT -5
"No sheep on my lands, Lord Greyjoy. That'd be my cousins, the Flints," Mors replied. "If you are not interested, so be it. But it must be hard to reap anything from trade that does not effectively exist."
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Post by The Smith on May 10, 2011 23:34:49 GMT -5
Greyjoy replied, "My men are too proud to be paid in such a manner. A deal like that would just encourage attacks on those bearing the proper flag."
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Post by House Dustin on May 10, 2011 23:37:45 GMT -5
"I wondered as much myself. You know them better than I, is there a way it could be managed?"
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