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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 12:35:39 GMT -5
Lyanne Bolton steps up to Ser Ranulf with a big grin. "I'll have a keg of that and still be standing, southern man!"
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Post by Horas on May 15, 2011 12:40:57 GMT -5
Ranulf smiles, casually wrapping his arm around the Northern girl's back. "Shall we start with just a cup, mayhaps?" His look is amused. "I'm buying."
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 12:44:55 GMT -5
"Certainly," Lyanne replied, leading the way over to a table and managing to kick a chair for herself out to sit on. "You're a lucky man to see me in a dress, southerner," She said with a grin.
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Post by The Smith on May 15, 2011 12:46:10 GMT -5
"Well, you've met the man who won't disappoint, Delinda," Brandon replied, the grin remaining on his face. "You look better with a smile," "You would look better with fat Reach estates, and a 'ser' before your name." She replied and smiled sardonically at him. |
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 12:48:12 GMT -5
"You would look better with fat Reach estates, and a 'ser' before your name." She replied and smiled sardonically at him. "You southerners and your silly titles," Brandon said with an amused grumble. "A title means nothing. I could beat most of your knights up with my fists. Now you... you would look great sitting in front of the fire at the Dreadfort, a bear pelt wrapped around you." |
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Post by Horas on May 15, 2011 12:49:49 GMT -5
Ranulf sits down and pours a bottle of Arbor red into two goblets. He raises an eyebrow at Lyanne, still amused. "I would think the lucky man would be the one to see you out of a dress," he smirks, "but I will take your word for it."
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 12:51:48 GMT -5
Ranulf sits down and pours a bottle of Arbor red into two goblets. He raises an eyebrow at Lyanne, still amused. "I would think the lucky man would be the one to see you out of a dress," he smirks, "but I will take your word for it." Lyanne laughed. "Well maybe that lucky man is in the room here tonight!" She grabbed one of the goblets and took a large gulp from it. "You're not married are you?" |
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Post by Horas on May 15, 2011 12:54:28 GMT -5
"Not in King's Landing," Ranulf replies. He leans casually back in his chair to examine the girl and to savor his wine. "Ser Ranulf Redwyne, heir to the Arbor," he introduces himself, "And you?"
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 12:56:12 GMT -5
"Lyanne Bolton, first daughter of lord Harris," She replied with a grin. "That puts us at opposite ends of Westeros, does it not?"
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Lord of the Crossing
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Post by House Frey on May 15, 2011 12:59:13 GMT -5
Lord Frey nodded once. He lifted a hand from his walking stick, and gestured over his shoulder. A servant, carrying wine, came by and handed him a glass. "Would you care for a Red, Lord Breyn?" Frey asked, looking at the tray of goblets he had arranged to be brought over. "No thank you, my first is still qutie full." He is holding a glass with barely a sip from it. Lord Frey took a glass and waved the servant away. "Very well, milord. Perhaps during the first night of the Joust I may call upon you for an audience?" |
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Post by Horas on May 15, 2011 13:01:11 GMT -5
"I suppose it does," Ranulf replies. "And what do you think of our grand capital, Lyanne?"
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Post by Marie on May 15, 2011 13:12:39 GMT -5
[quote author=admin board=hredkeep thread=9767 post=209381 time=1305479210
Lady Royce looked at the girl, and smile, "Look my pets, a little Dornish girl. I had heard they knew how to dress in Dorne. Must just be Emelia." She shrugged, and her friends all chuckled. [/quote]
Isolde flinched from the woman, annoyed and hurt by her cruelty. She struggled to hold back the tears.
"Therei s nothing wrong with my dress, my lady. I had it from a dressmaker here in the city and she assured me it was entirely fashionable."
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 13:15:52 GMT -5
"I suppose it does," Ranulf replies. "And what do you think of our grand capital, Lyanne?" "It stinks and it's too full," Lyanne replied, finishing her wine. "Where I come from there are leagues of nothing but fields and forests. True country, not what you have down here!" |
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Post by The Smith on May 15, 2011 13:23:35 GMT -5
"You southerners and your silly titles," Brandon said with an amused grumble. "A title means nothing. I could beat most of your knights up with my fists. Now you... you would look great sitting in front of the fire at the Dreadfort, a bear pelt wrapped around you." "And I would need those bear pelts because of how fucking cold it is." She shook her head, "Give a large estate, with a pile of gold, and an army of servants to sate my every whim." She raised an eyebrow, "How many servants are there in this Direfort of yours?" |
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Post by The Smith on May 15, 2011 13:24:17 GMT -5
[quote author=ometheus board=hredkeep thread=9767 post=209424 time=1305482353
Lord Frey took a glass and waved the servant away. "Very well, milord. Perhaps during the first night of the Joust I may call upon you for an audience?"
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"That would be most fine Lord Frey." Royce replied with a cool smile.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5