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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 4, 2015 19:42:06 GMT -5
"He's busy," the man said. "Making friends and all."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Jun 4, 2015 20:12:23 GMT -5
"Friends? Am I not a good enough friend for him? Who's the lucky man to be courted?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 4, 2015 20:29:21 GMT -5
"A more important man," the small man said. "A much richer man."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Jun 4, 2015 20:31:25 GMT -5
Tim snorted "Who? I might be a richer man than even you suspect."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 4, 2015 20:58:24 GMT -5
"I suspect you are," the man said. "Which is why I know you're lying to me. Which means you're no rela friend, now."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Jun 4, 2015 21:06:01 GMT -5
"Business we're in, no real friends to be found. Only ones you can pay off or" he nods to the children still scuttling away "mantipulate into doing your work." How much gold for a name?"
He checks around for anyone the small man had brought for backup
Observation 10
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 4, 2015 21:38:17 GMT -5
"Ten." he said. Uhtred doesn't see anyone, not that that necessarily means much.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Jun 4, 2015 21:48:51 GMT -5
Tim knows his observational skills are the best. Their is probably no one within a mile. He lets some gold dance between his fingers "sounds fair enough. Who is it?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 5, 2015 6:36:11 GMT -5
"Edward the Heel," he said. "The master of Oldtown's docks."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Jun 5, 2015 10:08:02 GMT -5
Allard leaves the Yellow Shield and heads towards his men, but stops short and does his best to blend in, waiting for anything to go awry. Tim nodded, and whistled sharply for Allard and his men to move in. Now was the time to start moving in on them.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jun 5, 2015 22:58:55 GMT -5
Allard saw Tim signal and nodded to his men, they fanned out in a crescent shape while he walked past Tim, drawing his greatsword in the process. "Let's take a walk", he said to the dealer,"without shenanigans."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 5, 2015 23:08:33 GMT -5
The dealer laughed. "Treachery so soon? How disappointing." He grins. "Very well, I surrender." He raises his hands.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jun 5, 2015 23:33:12 GMT -5
He shrugged and then nods to his five men,"Bind his hands behind his back, we'll take him to the Yellow Shield till we figure out how to deal with him."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jun 6, 2015 0:08:00 GMT -5
"I will give you a hint," he said. "You're going to take me to the Lady Arania, who will immediately release me."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jun 6, 2015 0:11:00 GMT -5
Allard frowned,"Then I don't think we'll be taking you there. But you will be explaining that last tidbit in detail." They walk the way they came and enter the inn.
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