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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 11, 2011 14:01:17 GMT -5
The strongly fortified seat of noble House Tarly. Horn Hill lies amongst wooded foothills one hundred leagues north east of Oldtown, and north of the Red Mountains of Dorne.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 11, 2011 15:29:05 GMT -5
Ser Norman Florent and two other men in arrive at Horn Hill late one evening requesting food and board.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2011 20:09:09 GMT -5
They are quickly admitted in the keep, and shown to their rooms. Dinner will be served in the Hall, whenever they are ready.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 12, 2011 5:59:28 GMT -5
The three men from Brightwater Keep arrive in the hall shortly after settling into their accomodation. They are dressed simply in brown leathers, with only Ser Norman's fox-and-flowers cloak clasp showing them as men of House Florent.
Ser Norman's two companions seat themselves immediately whilst Norman himself looks to speak with the head of the House.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 12, 2011 9:54:31 GMT -5
The head of the house is a young lad, barely of age. His adviser is his mother's brother. They all sit at the high table.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 14, 2011 10:50:43 GMT -5
Ser Norman goes before the high table and offers a short bow to each of the assembled Tarlys in turn, starting with the young Lord Tarly.
He introduces himself. "I am Ser Norman of House Florent, brother of Lord Alphonse. I am riding for Nightsong to deliver a private message from my brother - I thank your House for your hospitality."
He briefly bows once more.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 14, 2011 22:01:22 GMT -5
It is his adviser who speaks, "Norman... I believe I have heard that name before, but I do not believe we have met."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 15, 2011 12:41:23 GMT -5
Norman eyes the man.
"No, I do not believe we have. I am not... the most social of creatures I must confess, therefore I miss out on many occasions where I might learn the names and faces of important persons."
He bowed his head, "Forgive me Ser, but might I ask your name?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 15, 2011 17:39:44 GMT -5
"I am Ser Charles Flowers." The man replied.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 18, 2011 10:27:15 GMT -5
A light flickers in the eyes of Ser Norman.
"Ser Charles, of course, I have heard your name mentioned previously. It is good to finally make your acquaintance."
"Ser Charles, after myself and my companions have suitably satiated our hunger and thirst, might I be able to discuss with you a few matters? Nothing of great import, but a private face-to-face discussion would suit me well before we set out again on the morrow."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 18, 2011 12:26:59 GMT -5
Ser Charles replied, "I suppose some time could be schedule to meet with you later on this evening."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 18, 2011 14:57:03 GMT -5
Norman smiled beneath his black beard.
"I look forward to it Ser."
He offers a nod in the direction of Lord Tarly and returns to the table where his two companions are seated, whispering something to them as he returns.
Later in the evening, Ser Norman searches out Ser Charles for the private discussion he had mentioned previously.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 19, 2011 10:02:58 GMT -5
Ser Charles is in the library alone waiting for Norman, "What do you have boy?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 21, 2011 12:51:57 GMT -5
Norman looks slightly confused.
"I have nothing, except perhaps the news of Ser Erik Tyrell's demise - but I take it you already knew that,"
He looks away disinterested but pauses just to make sure.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 21, 2011 16:58:31 GMT -5
"You said you wished to speak to me alone... and you come with weeks old news?" Charles rises, and sighs.
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