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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 21:35:55 GMT -5
Tomas licked his lips, "You already know my name, I assume."
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Post by Flex on May 13, 2011 21:37:11 GMT -5
"I... I do not," Lyelle replied. "I have never been down south and few of the tales from here make it above the Neck." She giggled. "You must me a famous warrior!"
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Post by The Flint on May 13, 2011 21:39:58 GMT -5
"I am so honored, "Summer said with a smile, 'you are... Lord Baldwin's.... nephew?"
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 21:44:14 GMT -5
"I ain't no warrior, I'm a killer." Tomas replied with a slight smirk, "And they know my name real well down south."
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Post by Flex on May 13, 2011 21:48:16 GMT -5
Lyelle giggled again. "Oh, how exciting! Maybe you could tell me about the people you have ruthlessly killed." She pointed to the badge showing the Bolton sigil. "My house is no stranger to the darker things in life."
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 21:50:12 GMT -5
Tomas looked at her, "Perhaps another time."
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Post by Flex on May 13, 2011 21:53:03 GMT -5
Lyelle put on a slightly disappointed look. "And here I thought we could perhaps have a nice conversation." She sighed. "A lady like me just cannot seem to fit in..."
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 21:58:07 GMT -5
"I am so honored, "Summer said with a smile, 'you are... Lord Baldwin's.... nephew?" The young man's cheeks turned a bright red, and his fists curled, "I am his son, the Sword of Casterly Rock."
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 22:00:10 GMT -5
Lyelle put on a slightly disappointed look. "And here I thought we could perhaps have a nice conversation." She sighed. "A lady like me just cannot seem to fit in..." "Not much I want to hear out of a ladies mouth." Tomas replied, "Except a moan or two."
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Post by Flex on May 13, 2011 22:01:47 GMT -5
Lyelle put a hand to her mouth in an over the top gesture. "Now, that is a little rude, is it not? Telling that to innocent young ladies such as myself!"
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 22:05:01 GMT -5
Tomas shrugged, "Do not have anything to say to the innocent girls." He made a waving gesture with his hand.
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Post by The Flint on May 13, 2011 22:06:30 GMT -5
The young man's cheeks turned a bright red, and his fists curled, "I am his son, the Sword of Casterly Rock." "Forgive me, I see a virile strength in you," Summer smiled, "made me think you younger. Son is obviously right. This is a beautiful celebration. I thank you for the invitation. Summer Snow, I mere bastard of the north."
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 22:07:38 GMT -5
Allard nodded, "Well a beautiful bastard at least." He smiled at her.
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Post by The Flint on May 13, 2011 22:22:07 GMT -5
"Beauty cares a woman further then the highest tourney honors milord," Summer says, fluttering her eyelids sweetly.
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 22:27:37 GMT -5
Allard replied, "Well of course, Woman are not allowed to enter into tourneys." He chuckled at her stupidity.
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