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Post by The Smith on May 17, 2011 23:45:32 GMT -5
A courier arrives from Princess Emelia bearing a scroll with the proper seals. He is let into the keep to visit with Yronwood, when the guards insist that he give them the scroll, he grows quite angry and demands to see Yronwood himself.
The guard denies him, and takes the scroll. He walks upstairs, and enters the room to present it to Yronwood, and then drops dead upon his floor.
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Post by Fel on May 18, 2011 13:22:14 GMT -5
Perros eyes go wide as the man drops dead before him. He sits in his seat for awhile, looking at the dead mean, feeling that all rumours about what the capital was like were now proven true.
He goes to his chest of belongings and picks out a pair of leather riding gloves, then picks up the scroll and inspects it.
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 16:12:55 GMT -5
There is a fine oil coating the scroll. Its almost impossible to tell with out close study though.
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Post by Fel on May 18, 2011 18:51:30 GMT -5
Perros turned the scroll around in his hands. He inspected the Martell seal closely.
(Knowledge: 40)
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 19:07:32 GMT -5
It was either real, or such a good fake that it was impossible to tell.
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Post by Fel on May 18, 2011 20:03:41 GMT -5
He cracks the seal and sees if anything was written on the scroll.
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 20:07:24 GMT -5
The inside is blank.
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Post by Fel on May 18, 2011 20:16:42 GMT -5
He rubbed some of the oil from the scroll between his gloved fingers. It was poison, of course, but the question was what kind.
He goes downstairs to the entrance to find the guardsmen who are still there.
"Who was it that delivered this?" he asked them, holding up the scroll, an uncharacteristic note of urgency in his voice.
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 20:23:32 GMT -5
The guards looked at each, "You mean the Princess' courier?"
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Post by Fel on May 18, 2011 20:28:50 GMT -5
"I mean the man purporting to be the Princess' courier," Perros corrected. "Is he still here?"
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 20:38:42 GMT -5
"No he said he had another message to deliver to Lord Santagar." He said quietly.
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Post by Fel on May 18, 2011 20:41:47 GMT -5
"Then we must be move at all haste."
He called for his son, Ser Anders, and his nephew, Ser Ivan the Blackgate, and told them to take five men and go to where Lord Santagar was staying at once to apprehend the assassin.
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 20:45:30 GMT -5
Running through King's Landing they arrived at the Inn of Last Resort. The entire inn was rented out by Santagar. Several of his guards stood outside, and looked at the Dornish expedition running at them.
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Post by Fel on May 18, 2011 20:49:36 GMT -5
Ser Anders glared at the guards. "Has the princess' courier been here yet?" he demanded.
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Post by The Smith on May 18, 2011 20:54:57 GMT -5
"No courier." The guard replied, "Word from the south?" He asked.
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Hope you all are well and happy.