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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 20:51:55 GMT -5
Lily leads the two Flints to the Hung Dog, an aybismal looking inn on the edge of Flea's bottom.
Lily gains instant admitance from the four men guarding the door. And inside the keeper eyes them all before saying, "Lily... you here to see him?"
Lily nodded.
The keeper said, "Just you then."
Lily said, "No my friends as well."
The Keeper shook his head, "Just two at a time, I do not give a fuck who goes in."
Lily nodded slowly, and said, "We should go, I promise you will not get harmed."
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 20:56:25 GMT -5
Summer nodded, and gestured at Ramsay, who grunted, and took up a position besides the Keeper, a scowl permanently on his face. Summer gripped Lily's hand, and motioned to move forward.
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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 21:02:24 GMT -5
Lily walked around the bar, and slide open a trap door. She walked down a narrow stair and into the basment. She walked along a hallway that had brick to the right, and to the left a row of bars, and on the other side ten men stood, half with short bows, and half with spears.
After the long hallway they went through a doorway, a single immensily large man slept on the floor, and loud dogs barked crazily at the two women.
Through one more hallway with four doors that could lock and bolt and looked solid, they entered a room where there was a single man sitting and playing a lute slowly picking at different notes.
He was short, and thin, but well muscled. His red hair and beard were neatly trimmed, and he looked up at Lily, and smiled.
Lily curtsied, "Nedrick." There was a slight halt in her throat.
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 21:08:12 GMT -5
Summer curtsied as well, and watched.
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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 21:11:14 GMT -5
Nedrick smiled at Lily, and kept plucking at his lute, "Has your brother run up some more debts you have to take care of, darling?"
Lily's cheeks reddened slightly, and she said, "No, my lord." She wiped her brow, and took a deep breath, and immediately her compusure returned, "I have come to speak with you about a trade opprotunity."
While she was speaking Nedrick's eyes had shifted to Summer, and Lily had finished speaking he raised his hand and said, "I know Lily's worth stranger, so lets her your story."
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 21:13:15 GMT -5
"I'm Summer Snow." She said plainly, "My father's Lord Wyman Flint, of Widow's Watch. The Flints business to do in King's Landing. Lily says people doing business who want to do the proper thing speak to you first. We want to do the proper thing."
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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 21:18:06 GMT -5
Nedrick watched her, "The Flints? Interesting." He plucked a raw chord on his lute, and commanded, "Tell me about this business."
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 21:23:11 GMT -5
"Our cousins The Flints of the Mountain grow sourleaf in the Hills. They sell it all across the North, but times are tough for some of their regulars, and they need more customers. So that's what it is," she said.
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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 21:30:04 GMT -5
Nedrick nodded slowly, "That is fine." He eyed Summer for a minute, "Since you are a friend of Lily's I can offer you a special if you wish." He looked at Lily.
Lily spoke, "No, we will pay the full price."
Nedrick laughed.
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 21:33:59 GMT -5
Summer nodded slowly. "What's the full price?" She asked.
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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 21:36:24 GMT -5
Nedrick asked, "Are you whole saling? Or planing to open shops?"
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 21:40:37 GMT -5
"Our goal was to find good men, already with shops, who wanted to distribute our product," Summer replied.
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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 21:46:57 GMT -5
"How many bales by the ship load?" He asked, and studied the two women.
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 21:49:30 GMT -5
"That might depend on a number of factors, from harvest to harvest and ship to ship," Summer replied. "I don't think we want to be locked into a specific number just yet."
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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 22:00:07 GMT -5
"Two Bales off each cargoe then." He replied with a small smile.
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Hope you all are well and happy.