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Post by The Flint on May 19, 2011 22:28:27 GMT -5
Summer smiled warmly, "I understand dear."
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Post by The Smith on May 19, 2011 23:01:53 GMT -5
Gregor came back and cursed. "Lets go... and hurry my knee hurts." He walked out the door. Lily hurried to follow him.
Gregor led them through town until the reached the door of a large warehouse. Gregor slammed on the door.
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Post by The Flint on May 19, 2011 23:38:22 GMT -5
"substantial warehouse space," Summer said appreciatively.
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 18:46:53 GMT -5
Lily chuckled, "You have seen nothing yet."
The door opened, and a thin man with a bizarely long nose sticks his head out, "What is this? I am busy."
Seeing Gregor he frowns, and then he sees Lily, and he hisses in his throat.
Gregor says, "Be kind, boyo."
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 19:05:18 GMT -5
Summer curtsied. "Greetings." she said pleasantly.
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 20:04:18 GMT -5
The man turned to Gregor, "She is not coming in here... I will speak to you instead but that bitch is dead to me."
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 20:20:50 GMT -5
Summer sniffed delicately into the air, as if trying to suss out the problem by smell alone.
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 20:40:29 GMT -5
Lily nodded, and said, "I understand Lauren, that is why my Partner Summer will be speaking for us today."
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 20:43:11 GMT -5
Summer smiled broadly, "Lauren, I've come to discuss a business proposition with you. I represent growers in the North, who produce the best sourleaf in all of westeros. Superior to anything else available in the marketplace. We'd like you to carry it in your grocer stalls."
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 21:05:32 GMT -5
Lauren looked at them both, and then turned into the warehouse, motioning for her to follow him.
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 21:07:35 GMT -5
Summer followed, and waved to Lily with a smile as she departed inside.
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 21:32:15 GMT -5
Gregor followed along behind Summer.
Lauren led them to a desk sitting in the middle of the warehouse. There were almost a hundred empty carts surronding it.
He sat down, and studied his desk quietly.
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 21:36:23 GMT -5
Summer declared her throat delicately. "This is a product you are not going to wish to be found without when it hits the streets of King's Landing."
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Post by The Smith on May 20, 2011 21:57:33 GMT -5
"This sour leaf... how am I going to get fucking people to buy a sour leaf?" He grumbled, "Call it something else like Sweet leaf."
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Post by The Flint on May 20, 2011 22:00:33 GMT -5
"You don't chew it for its taste," Summer insisted, "You chew it for its healing properties. It gives you energy when you've a long day, heals your aches and pains."
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