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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 14:01:29 GMT -5
"If it can be done, I am getting that alliance letter, Nick. Even if I do not kill the High magister, he can find someone who will, and then we might have to content with an even stronger Bryce Dayne, at lease if Pentos does not ally with us, we can make sure they ally with someone who is against Dayne." Robyn commented, "I think that is worth my life. though Meera's life if not mine to offer up."
She looked to Isabel, "Thank you, that will be a great help."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 14:04:42 GMT -5
"So long as Octavian lives Pentos goes with Vhagus, Robyn. We'll grab it if we can. If you die, your family has no choice but to declare war on Pentos, and tens of thousands will die." Nick and the others are ready to go.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 14:11:09 GMT -5
"They have a choice, They can choose not to do it," She replied, thinking declaring war due to such a small thing was something she could not understand. It was like nick had not heard her at all. Well, she didn't need his permission to do anything.
"Let's go then" Robyn said, and lead the way out.
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Post by Lyonel on Apr 22, 2015 9:31:08 GMT -5
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Tim got up from his quick nap, or what should have been one, he might have over slept a bit; He stretched his back, put on some clothes and went downstairs to have some breakfast. Tim was shppay that day, Gil would take him home to Westeros and all would be fine... The Inn seemed a little different from what it had looked the day before, it probably was the lacking of Northman sitting across the hall.
"Oh great!" Said Tim, brushing his hands against his eyes, unbelieving of the situation. "They left without me! They do this every time! Doesn't anyone love me?" He asked himself, taking a sit near the bar, the drama dripped from his lips like a waterfall. "Is there anyone who cares about Tim...?"
"Alright, I'll just go by myself then." He shrugged, the drama was gone, all there was now was acceptance. Tim went upstairs and brought down his chest of belongings, a big wooden thing that he had to drag across the city, but he was already used to that. "Hmmm... Maybe the Magisters could be of some help if I explained my situation."
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