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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 26, 2015 12:46:24 GMT -5
"Oh! Thank ee, milord!" She said trying to portray gratitude in her tone.
Robyn let herself be lead into the tavern by the man, which had been her intention, now she may have to lose the knight.
She looked down, trying to exude shy and unsure, barely willing to meet the man's eye.
"Whas the occasion?" She asked, having to remember to remember to speak with the accent she started.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 13:14:37 GMT -5
"Oh," the man said. "Rumor is the Starks've gone crazy, loosed the wildlings on their lands. Word around here is," he grins broadly, "that damned lord of theirs is going to have to head north to stop them from pillaging his whole kingdom!" He slaps her on the behind with a grin. "Where ya from, then, lass?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 26, 2015 13:50:26 GMT -5
It took every muscle in Robyn's face to stop her from rolling her eyes, she hoped Benjen had not been foolish enough or desperate enough to open his arms to the wildlings... Kal would not be happy if this was the case, how could they defeat the south, when they can't even hold their own lands?
"I hope so... so the war can end all the quicker," Robyn had of course thought of a cover before starting this... it would have been foolish not to, "A village ont edge o' the Reach... the Norfmen came... took all o' foods, killed my father... burn our 'ouses," She looked away, as if thinking about it was too much, sniffing.
While she sat sniffling, she tried to overhear any information about the whereabouts of the boy.\
(Espionage 81)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 13:53:50 GMT -5
The boy is in the keep, crying because his mother is a whore, is the rumor. The knight pulls her closer to his side and orders ales. "Sorry t'hear that. Those wolves are like starving dogs," he said. "Not happy til it's all eaten up."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 26, 2015 14:26:32 GMT -5
Robyn ideally would like a bit of a better idea of where in the keep he is, she won't have time to search an entire keep. (espionage 81)
"Mangy dogs ge' pu' down" robyn said, feeling a bit sick when she said it, she was one of those mangy dogs. "no' like you. though, right Milord, you'd not eat me up, like dem mean old wolves?" she looked at him with hope in her eyes.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 14:28:30 GMT -5
"Of course not," he said. "I know how to protect pretty ladies like you," he laughed. "Are you ready to earn a bit of money, now?" He pulls her onto his lap.
Robyn hears the kid is crying at the sept all the time. Whiny bastard.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 26, 2015 14:39:20 GMT -5
"You thin' I'm preddy?" she asked, looking at him with big eyes and smiling slightly, not resisting being pulled onto his lap, and turning slightly to face him, moving her hair out of her face.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 14:42:13 GMT -5
"I do," he said. "Could be a noblewoman, with," he reaches gently into her shirt, "perfect little tits like that." He offers a few coins. Maybe he really likes her?
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 26, 2015 14:47:11 GMT -5
"you thin' the o'er men wou' like me?" she asked, looking down at the coins, moving to straddle his waist, looking like a shy little virgin, it was partially true, "I always hear' wo'en can make a livin' off this."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 14:48:58 GMT -5
"Not a good one," he said. "Smart woman finds a man who has coin and sticks with him," he says. He leans in to her chest and kisses the bare area between her breasts.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 26, 2015 14:59:46 GMT -5
"You 'av coin enough to keep me?" She asked, eyes lighting up, "Who ar' you, Milord, such a great, kin' man must come fro' a great family."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 15:04:18 GMT -5
"I'm Ser Dickon Fell," he said. "I'm no lord but I got enough gold to keep you warm and enough man to keep you wet," he said. He runs a hand down her athletic calves.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 26, 2015 15:13:38 GMT -5
Robyn nodded, looking like she did not really recognise the name, of course she did really. "I'd be e'er so grateful, Ser." she looked eagarly at him, "I could... show you how much in your ten'" she looked off to the side again, embarrassed. This was hard work.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 15:19:11 GMT -5
He grinned. "Got me a room in the castle," he said. "Come on, now." He rises and takes her hand, politely, sort of, but with a bit of grip on her.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 26, 2015 15:23:19 GMT -5
"A room all t' yewself?" she pretends to be in awe. She looked round to see if Nick had entered... she'd need to let him know the plan would need to changed, if he could not work it out, and had not abandoned her. "You really ar' some grea' man'
She got off him, so he did not dump her onto the floor, and followed him, arm first, eyes downcast like a woman who had nothing would.
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