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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 19:11:34 GMT -5
"Well, I see that worked out for you." She rolled her eyes. "Sit down and have a drink. But first get some clothes!" She tosses a few coins to him.
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Post by Lyonel on Apr 16, 2015 19:25:11 GMT -5
"Oh I some upstairs... Just a moment." Tim went upstairs and came back really quickly, he wore a black pentoshi garb, his looks did not match at all with that piece of clothing.
"So... Gil, what are you doing in Pentos?" He said, his face sporting a frown, he knew how ridiculous he looked in that outfit.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 19:41:06 GMT -5
"Diplomacy. My job," she said, looking him over. "I think we're leaving soon. Do you need a ship to Gulltown?"
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Post by Lyonel on Apr 16, 2015 20:56:48 GMT -5
"Eeeeerm..." Some years ago he had tried to get a ship back to Westeros, when the vessel reached White Harbor the docks were closed for a day for maintenance and they head to double back or search for another pot. As they traveled south to dock on the Vale there was a great storm and the ship went down, Tim survived by holding to a piece of driftwood. He was later rescued by a group of kind pirates who sold him to a slaver in Myr... Oh those were the good old times. "Maybe I could, see the homeland once again."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 6:13:47 GMT -5
"Okay, then," Gillian looked at him, almost with pity. "Get some real clothes then. You look like a strumpet."
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Post by Lyonel on Apr 17, 2015 6:34:53 GMT -5
What in the seven hells is a stumpet? He shrugged.
"You see the problem... The don't tend to sell Westerosi clothes here, trust me, I tried looking for them." They sold armor, but he'd always assumed that only wearing it would attract people with sword. "Don't you have any male companions in thi entourage?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 6:37:02 GMT -5
"You definitely don't need men's clothes," the pretty blonde girl giggled. Gillian glares at her.
"Just go buy a cloak."
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Post by Lyonel on Apr 17, 2015 6:57:52 GMT -5
Tim glared at the girl, a confuse look on his face, he did not get the joke.
"Alright, then. I'll come back later with a cloak." He said, leaving the Inn.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 7:33:17 GMT -5
For once he avoids fucking up a siple task. It only takes a half hour to find something reasonable.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 12:56:31 GMT -5
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Robyn arrived back at the inn after meeting Nick, Nina Martell in tow. She made introductions if necessary, though she imagined she knew ellaria and the others. Then went to prepare for the morning.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 13:16:07 GMT -5
After hugging Nina, the rest of her group gets ready for operation badass time.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 13:23:41 GMT -5
After sleeping, Robyn woke up some time before sunrise to get her swords and bow ready, rope, etc, stuff they might need to sneak in somewhere, then went to wait for Nick.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 13:36:35 GMT -5
Larrance, Isabel, Ella all are armed to the teeth in case they're needed. Nick arrives thirty minutes before sunrise. "Ready, sister?" He looks ready.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 13:45:52 GMT -5
"Of course, going in and ruining political ties to cities is what I was born to do." Robyn said, but looked round at everyone, "The priority is getting Meera out, but If I can go and deal with Sataris, I will do, but not at the expense of getting Meera out. That being said, If I can get to him, kill him and get the document, then I do not want you to wait for me. Docks, Boats, back to Maidenpool. I'll meet you en route or there. "
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 13:57:34 GMT -5
Nick shook his head. "Meera and you are both getting back. You don't speak the language, my dear sister, and the only other language the men here will want isn't what you'll want to speak in. Let's just do this as quickly as we can. Once word gets out, we may have to evade quite a bit."
Isabel flips her spear about. "Me and this axe-man can hit the front door hard. We'll keep your escape clear, princess."
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