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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 30, 2015 14:10:21 GMT -5
She thought for a moment. "If I agree to do it, can I go free tomorrow?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 14:11:31 GMT -5
"Three days," he said. "Cannot make it look too easy."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 30, 2015 14:15:46 GMT -5
"I'll think about it," she said. "But I will get to study for my links, won't I? I won't consider it otherwise."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 14:16:58 GMT -5
"Then I hope it isn't too cold for the next few weeks," the man said.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 30, 2015 14:26:56 GMT -5
She struggled into a sitting position, groaning at the pain in her back.
"I am not interested in helping you if there is nothing in it for me. I told your...friends, why I came. I stand by that. All I want is to study here. If I can't do that, I have no reason to help you discredit the women who are her with Lady Arania's blessing. If I am denied the chance to study here, perhaps these women may do what I cannot."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 14:30:05 GMT -5
The man smiles. "Fine, you may study. Do not disobey us," he warns. "Arania's power is not half so real as she pretends." He grins. "After all, I am her trusted maester."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 30, 2015 15:14:07 GMT -5
"I see." She eyed him warily. Please, can I rest now?"
She drank the milk of the poppy down without waiting for an answer.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 11:04:29 GMT -5
She sleeps. Days pass by until a scuffle is heard outside. Shouting and maybe steel is audible.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 1, 2015 11:26:39 GMT -5
She had been hoping to be released soon and had been growing impatient and bored. The noise outside made for an interesting, if not entirely welcome, distraction.
If Morgan's cell has a window or door grille she will look outside, otherwise she will just listen to the scuffle and try to work out what's happening that way.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 11:31:10 GMT -5
A minute later a slam comes to her door as someone is thrown into it. It opens after another few minutes. A big bearded man with an axe is there looking at her. "You the Belrax woman?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 1, 2015 11:35:36 GMT -5
"Brax," she said nervously. "Lady Morgan Brax from Hornvale. Who are you?"
She didn't know if he was friend or for and that frightened her. She longed for the protection of her father and brothers. Even Quentyn's ship had been easier than Oldtown.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 11:37:14 GMT -5
"You can stay here or come with me," he said. "I get paid either way. My employer said you might be stubborn enough to sit here."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 1, 2015 11:44:26 GMT -5
"Where would you take me?" She was curious and eager to leave but she was wary too.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 11:47:33 GMT -5
"The Hightower was the current idea," he said. "No time for more questions."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 1, 2015 11:52:50 GMT -5
"I'll go," she said hastily "I want to get out of this cell. They arrested me for crimes I didn't commit."
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