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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 14, 2015 13:59:24 GMT -5
"War causes wounds," Vern said agreeably. "I think I have just the man for your cause, my lord. Elwyn is an old soldier from King's Landing. He might even like your sort on a personal level. I shall have him sent for immediately."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 14, 2015 14:18:14 GMT -5
Morgan smiled sweetly at Vern and waited for him to summon Elwyn, or else for Quentyn to speak further.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 14, 2015 14:36:56 GMT -5
ooc: Quentyn can reply in the interim.
Elwyn arrives, a tall and strong young man. He looks to the archmaester, then to Quentyn and Morgan. "Elwyn, got a posting for you. Lord Cleftjaw here needs a man who knows maps and won't puke at the sight of violence. His...salt wife says you better be handy on the stitching, too." Elwyn looks back to Vern a moment then shrugs.
"When do we leave?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 14, 2015 15:02:17 GMT -5
"Soon," Morgan said. "You ever met the Ironborn before, Elwyn?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 14, 2015 15:21:41 GMT -5
He shook his head. "No. Cannot say I have."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Jul 15, 2015 17:10:51 GMT -5
Quentyn rose as Elwyn entered, and looked him up and down as though he were buying a horse. He reached out and ran a finger along the boy's chain.
"You ever sailed before?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 15, 2015 17:52:54 GMT -5
Elwyn pushes his hand away. "From King's Landing to here. Then once to the Red Flower Vale to study plants they use for healing there."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Jul 15, 2015 18:16:46 GMT -5
"When you were on the open ocean, on the Sea of Dorne, did you keep your guts down, or make a mess on the deck?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 15, 2015 19:59:54 GMT -5
"Once ," he said, "during a storm so large the captain had to remove the sails for fear of the mast breaking. Otherwise no." Vern watches impassively.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Jul 16, 2015 8:16:05 GMT -5
"That's a decent enough sign, and I suppose I've got to take you at your word."
Quentyn proceeds to ask several questions on geography and navigation, of increasing difficulty. Y'know, shit he would know that I certainly don't.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 8:21:42 GMT -5
Elwyn answers without difficulty. He seems like a legitimate candidate at least.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Jul 16, 2015 8:31:59 GMT -5
He looks to Morgan.
"What do you think, my dear? Will he do?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 16, 2015 13:42:02 GMT -5
"Yes, I think he will," Morgan agreed. "He certainly sounds competent and he doesn't appear to be a coward. We will need to stock up on healing supplies while we're here though."
She knew they had to buy themselves more time in the Citadel and getting supplies seemed as good a reason as any.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 13:43:57 GMT -5
"All the things you need, lady Brax," a voice says behind them. "It wouldn't do to leave the Stepstones in the same state they've left trade in the Sunset Sea, after all." The speaker is a tall, thin man whose voice is eminently familiar.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 16, 2015 14:05:39 GMT -5
Morgan winced and turned to look at the man, trying hard to place him from among those she had met during her previous visit to Oldtown.
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