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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on May 31, 2015 23:20:36 GMT -5
Allard had been walking with them silently for a while now,"My brother left me five men, Tyrell household guards."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jun 1, 2015 8:53:41 GMT -5
"I've a dozen men, and my brother," Morgan said. "I might be able to persuade my friend to commit men to our cause, but I'll make no promises on that account until I've spoken to him again. He's here to help me with the Citadel, not solve Oldtown's drug crisis. Though perhaps his liege lord would appreciate an alliance with Oldtown. I can broach the matter, certainly."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Jun 1, 2015 13:08:52 GMT -5
"Who's this friend? Foreigner I assume."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jun 1, 2015 13:29:44 GMT -5
Allard piped up,"If we are to work together, and possibly risk our lives for one another, I'd prefer if we were candid with each other." He cracked a smile through his beard,"No mysterious friends."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jun 1, 2015 13:34:55 GMT -5
"I can't tell you my friend's name until he consents to help," Morgan said firmly. "It is a rather....delicate matter. You do understand that ladies have secrets, don't you?"
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jun 1, 2015 13:37:42 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow,"I'm sure this delicate matter would be safe in our hands, unless it involves our mission already. In which case I'd like to know anyways. He stopped walking,"My brother is not a fan of secrets, I'm sure he'd like to know and would eventually find out what it is."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jun 1, 2015 13:44:50 GMT -5
Morgan stopped too. "Are you threatening me, ser?" I really wouldn't trouble yourself. My friend is not the sort of man who takes kindly to hearing that his friends have been threatened."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jun 1, 2015 13:50:16 GMT -5
He smiled,"Not a threat, a promise. I'm looking to have as few unknown variables as possible, you keeping things from us unfortunately falls into that." He looked around,"I'm giving you away out that doesn't involve an investigation into yourself, you're in the Reach, not the West. This isn't exactly your home turf." He shrugged,"But either way, the truth will come out."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jun 1, 2015 13:56:40 GMT -5
"No doubt it will, but this is not the place to discuss such matters," she said firmly. "It is a very private matter, and that is all you need to know right now.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jun 1, 2015 14:00:50 GMT -5
"No doubt it will, but this is not the place to discuss such matters," she said firmly. "It is a very private matter, and that is all you need to know right now. He extends his arm out towards the way they were coming and bows,"Well then let us continue on our way, I'm sure Tim is just as interested in your mysteries as I am." He straightened his back and continues walking,"Nothing like a few good drinks and a good story to make a man relax."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jun 1, 2015 14:05:50 GMT -5
"I'm sure that's true," she said coolly. "But you ought respect a lady's privacy. Did your maester never teach you that?"
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jun 1, 2015 14:09:55 GMT -5
He smirked,"I thought you weren't a fan of the Citadel and it's inhabitants? My maester taught me grammer, how to write and all manner of other little things. But my lady mother taught me how to handle myself at court, and how to take an attempted scolding without retort."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jun 1, 2015 14:35:09 GMT -5
"I don't deny that the maesters are useful tutors and healers. It is the order itself I have problems with, not the skills they teaach." She sighed. "But even so, courtesy is an important weapon in a lord's arsenal."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Jun 1, 2015 14:37:17 GMT -5
"Luckily I'm not a lord, and if someone needed to be courted, than courteous I would be." He kept walking, hoping they were nearing the inn.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Jun 1, 2015 14:40:22 GMT -5
Tim has not stopped walking, and continues on ahead of the bickering couple. They should probably get a room or something, but that wasn't his business. His business was checking his axe for chips, oiling up his chainmail, requisitioning some gold as bait, so many little details. He enters the Yellow Shield.
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