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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 17:05:49 GMT -5
Robyn was at the festival still, having a drink over my one of the wine barrels when Ragnar approached. Robyn could pretty much smell Ironborn by this point and looked down her nose at the man as he approached, but said nothing derogatory.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 21, 2015 17:45:58 GMT -5
Robyn was at the festival still, having a drink over my one of the wine barrels when Ragnar approached. Robyn could pretty much smell Ironborn by this point and looked down her nose at the man as he approached, but said nothing derogatory. He strode over to her with his customary swagger and bowed. "Good day to you, my lady.How are you enjoying the festivities?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 17:48:15 GMT -5
Letho glanced up from his ale, interest piqued at mention of the Stranger. He had heard of the zealous outlaw, most in his line of work had. He had also heard enough to know it was not a one man job. Feeling this well had been tapped dry, the bounty hunter made his way to the notice board, looking over the wanted posters to see if there were any outlaws in the area worthy of his efforts. He reads something extremely curious about bog witches. Apparently they boil children or something.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 21, 2015 17:55:16 GMT -5
"Yes," She said shortly. Then there was a long pause and Robyn poured herself another drink, not offering one to the Ironborn.
The pause hung in the air until out of sheer awkwardness, she spoke again. "Are you? Free drink, free food. You must be right at home."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 22, 2015 12:36:30 GMT -5
"Yes," She said shortly. Then there was a long pause and Robyn poured herself another drink, not offering one to the Ironborn. The pause hung in the air until out of sheer awkwardness, she spoke again. "Are you? Free drink, free food. You must be right at home." "Oh yes. Though I know many of my kind who would rather pay the iron price for their food and drink than receive it for free. But that would hardly be civilised." He smiled pleasantly at her. "I'm Lord Drumm of Old Wyk and the Shield Islands. Might I have the honour of my lady's name?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 22, 2015 18:57:04 GMT -5
"Robyn" she said shortly, "The iron price," she mused after a moment, "what a wonderfully whimsical euphemism for murder. It justifies nothing"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 23, 2015 10:24:13 GMT -5
Ragnar shrugged. "My people have lived that way for centuries. We fight for our survival, as everyone does. Our islands are not nearly as rich as some others. Would you deny us the right to prosper?" His smile widened. "Though I don't deny it would amuse me to hear you tell our prince that he's a murderer."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 13:34:22 GMT -5
"Yes I would." Robyn said not looking impressed by his, "Humanity is not some feral pack of rabid animals, we have grown beyond that, most of us, anyway" she looked sideways at him briefly, making it clear who she meant, "and I already have told your Prince that, he knows exactly what I think of him."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 23, 2015 13:41:08 GMT -5
He had to laugh. "I'm sorry I missed that. So you called Killion a murderer and he didn't take you as a salt wife or teach you a lesson about respect. How did you manage that?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 13:54:33 GMT -5
"You do realise, your prince plays a role, correct?" She asked, "your big, tough prince, had one favour from me, he could have asked for anything and you know what he did ask for. One kiss. Weak sentimentalist that he clearly is, and it would take a better, stronger man than him to make me into a slave like that."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 23, 2015 14:11:15 GMT -5
His smile grew wider still. "Killion asked for a kiss? I thought better of him than that. Perhaps he is bored of the subservience of salt wives, though that wouldn't explain the kiss. He has a wife for that sort of thing. But how is it that he owed you a favour?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 14:32:05 GMT -5
"He very kindly acted like a lapdog and fighting someone to aid me," she replied, "then came begging for his treat"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 23, 2015 14:56:05 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow.
"Begging? That doesn't sound like Killion. The Ironborn don't beg. Sure he didn't just steal the kiss from you instead?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Jul 23, 2015 14:59:38 GMT -5
"Are you calling me a liar?" She asked looking round and glaring, "does my face look like a mirror to you?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 23, 2015 15:06:39 GMT -5
He scowled at her as several rather uncomplimentary remarks sprung to mind.
"Not at all. But I'm really quite worried about Killion's behaviour. Or did you bewitch him with feminine wiles?" He smirked.
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