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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 11:41:19 GMT -5
The fat man chortles at the Ironborn mercenary. "Fat Theo," he says. "Owner of Lys's finest house of pleasure. Make the hairs in your asshole stand straight up, I promise ye."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 11:44:59 GMT -5
Uhtred laughs "A pleasure. I'm sure some of my captains'll be engaging your house's services for the next few nights. My sailors certainly wouldn't be able to afford it, sure as sure."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 11:47:16 GMT -5
"Only gold in my house," he said, "no iron here. But the commander won't be joining his men for some fun? I gots boys too, if...that's really what you like. Even some goats!" he looks to Harwyn. "Maybe get some gold outta that one, too."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 11:58:16 GMT -5
Uhtred waves his hand "Oh no no, my captains aren't as bound as the rest of these ironborn. I have braavosians, valontese, all types. I think one of them might even be from this fair city, Fristov's never talked much about his past. They pay the gold just as much as any other, and I know they like their girls. Or... boys I suppose, never ask that deeply into those matters."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 12:36:57 GMT -5
Lord Drumm arrived in finely knit black woolen breeches and a blood red silk tunic taken from a merchant Ragnar had taken captive some time ago. His boots and belt were soft black leather. Accompanying Ragnar was his sister Freya, her plain black decorated with a heavy gold chain around her neck. The pair immediately headed for drinks, Ragnar's eyes quickly seeking out the most beautiful women.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 13:01:18 GMT -5
After talking with the fat pimp of the pimps, Uhtred mosies over to the female Drumm, who he had seen before on the voyage across but never talked to. "Captain Drumm. I'm Uhtred. We have not met before, have we?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 13:03:44 GMT -5
She eyed him up with a slow, calculating gaze before thrusting out her hand. "We have not. The fact that you know my name indicates that you know me for Lord Drumm's sister. Well met, Captain...Farwynd, I believe? My brother spoke well of your efforts at the Arbor, though he claims you have spent much time in foreign lands."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 13:10:01 GMT -5
Uhtred takes the hand and shakes it "I have lived in these parts before, yes. Up the Rhoyne, to Norvos, Volantis, Braavos the longest. Have you visited the free cities before?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 13:16:17 GMT -5
"Only for raiding or taking on provisions. I have not made a long stay in any of them. I am more comfortable among our own people."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 13:18:17 GMT -5
Fat Theo goes back to doing...whatever it is he does. Recruiting, maybe?
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 17, 2015 13:20:39 GMT -5
Uhtred chuckles "Most of the ironborn do. I find myself quite... a unique individual of the ironborn. I have not asked as of yet, but what news of the iron islands in the last decade? It has nearly that long since my return. I heard of what happened to Mantarys, but precious little other than that."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 17, 2015 13:22:05 GMT -5
Killion mills about the hall, drinking the wine he had provided, looking for someone of interest.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 13:25:13 GMT -5
The only oddity other than the fat man in the room is a Westerosi-looking fellow. Everyone else is Lysene or desperately pretending to be.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 17, 2015 13:26:00 GMT -5
Uhtred chuckles "Most of the ironborn do. I find myself quite... a unique individual of the ironborn. I have not asked as of yet, but what news of the iron islands in the last decade? It has nearly that long since my return. I heard of what happened to Mantarys, but precious little other than that." "Oh, you know how it is," she said with a shrug. "We raid and pillage, our thralls work, women bear children. Life goes on. As for me, well, I sail the sea and do what I can to honour the Drowned God. We are not a restful people. truly." |
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Post by Kurts on Apr 17, 2015 13:35:03 GMT -5
The only oddity other than the fat man in the room is a Westerosi-looking fellow. Everyone else is Lysene or desperately pretending to be. Curious, Killion approaches the Westerosi, cutting through the crowd of foreign nobles and sycophants. "These Lyseni certainly know how to throw a party." he remarked idly, sidling up to the man. |
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