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Post by William Mallister on Aug 3, 2012 14:28:43 GMT -5
He bows to her and walks over to a chair in a corner and opens a book pushing up his spectacles he begins to read.
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Post by Gerold Frey on Aug 3, 2012 14:50:39 GMT -5
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A late afternoon, Gerold is perusing one of the many tomes in the Hightower library, hunched over the long bench that he is sat at - face close to the page. He's absorbed in his task, and every so often he moves to make notes on a page of parchment left nearby, his quill breaking the studious silence.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 3, 2012 14:53:40 GMT -5
Finn entered the library, with a slim black folio under his arm, moving hurriedly. When he crossed past Gerold his feet caught on Gerold's foot, and he went flying, his small black book skidding across the marble floor.
"Oh" He yelled in surprise and pain, as he brought himself to his hands and knees.
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Post by Gerold Frey on Aug 3, 2012 14:57:17 GMT -5
Gerold starts as Finn trips on his leg, only just keeping himself from knocking a pot of ink all over the book he'd been examining - but manages to ruin his notes, regardless. He rights the ink hurriedly before turning on the bench and getting to his feet, dithering around the Varner boy, eventually offering a hand up.
"I- I'm ever so sorry, I really- I really am," he says. "I didn't hear you come up, I suppose I was- I suppose I was too engrossed in my- well. I guess I was just too engrossed. Are you alright?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 3, 2012 14:59:47 GMT -5
"Yes," Finn replied, "entirely my fault, I'm just clumsy," he said. "I hope I didn't ruin your... whatever you were writing?" He said with concern.
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Post by Gerold Frey on Aug 3, 2012 15:04:58 GMT -5
Gerold looks back at his notes, eyes going wide as he notices the ink blotting out the work of the past half hour. He starts fretfully dabbing at it with spare parchment, trying to clean up the excess as best he can in order to save some of it.
"Just math," he says as he ineffectually daubs a fresh sheet with the spilled ink, starting to ramble in his unfortunate state, trying to explain. "Ma-Maester Lymon mentions something in lessons, there sometimes- there sometimes seems like there's nothing to do but look into it..."
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 3, 2012 15:09:06 GMT -5
Finn nodded, "Math is not my strong suit," He said, "I apologize if I've set back your work." He began to scan the floor, looking for his book.
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Post by Gerold Frey on Aug 3, 2012 15:12:05 GMT -5
The Frey sighed, eventually giving up on the sheet of equations, left with two pieces of parchment covered with ink, and hands with inky black palms and fingers.
"I- I suppose i'd almost finished the exercises," he says, though there's a touch of disappointment in his voice. He turns back to the other boy, following his gaze. "Are y- Are you looking for something?"
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 3, 2012 15:13:12 GMT -5
"My book, it appears to have skidded somewhere when I fell, and I can not find it." Finn said, "
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Post by Gerold Frey on Aug 3, 2012 15:14:52 GMT -5
"Oh, i'm- i'm sorry," Gerold says, looking around as well.
"What did it look like?" he asks, peering under the long table.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 3, 2012 15:17:13 GMT -5
"It's small, black leather cover, with gold letters on the cover."
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Post by Gerold Frey on Aug 3, 2012 15:19:35 GMT -5
"Mm," Gerold murmurs in acknowledgement, gesturing at something under the table. "Is that it?" he asks, pointing.
"I probably shouldn't try to grab it..." he adds, lifting the inky palms of his hands into clear view.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 3, 2012 15:20:35 GMT -5
Fin dropped to one knee and quickly snatched it up, "Thank you, it's ridiculously rare, the acolytes at the library would have my rear end if I lost it." he flipped through it carefully, "no it seems to be fine."
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Post by Gerold Frey on Aug 3, 2012 15:23:29 GMT -5
"Ri-ridiculously?" Gerold enquired, curiosity evidently piqued. "What's it about?" he asks, trying to make out the golden title.
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Post by The Stranger on Aug 3, 2012 15:28:07 GMT -5
Finn tucked it under his arm just before Gerold read the title, "It's about a political conspiracy that took place in Volantis about two hundred years ago called "The Night of the Twelve Tigers."
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