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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 15, 2015 14:34:41 GMT -5
The inn stands on an island in the Honeywine and is mostly frequented by novices and acolytes of the Citadel, though travellers often visit as well. It is a tall, timbered building that leans toward the south and has a torchlit terrace. It has never closed in its lifetime of more than six hundred years. The tavern is renowned for its fearsomely strong cider and the serving wenches who entertain men.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 15, 2015 14:37:21 GMT -5
Morgan arrived for her meeting with Eric. She wore a modest gown of forest green but her hair hung loose to her shoulders. She wasn't accustomed to visiting inns alone so she sat nervously at the bar, positioned so she could see the door, and waited for Eric. She had a small cup of wine in her hand.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2015 14:46:22 GMT -5
Edric enters and puts his hat on a hook at the door, the better to keep the winter rains off, and then he smiles and takes his seat. "Sorry," he said. "the Mouse had me working overtime. You know how he is," he smiled. "You look lovely." He turns tot he serving girl. "A bitter, please," he said as she scurried off. "Green is your color," he said with approval.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 15, 2015 14:52:35 GMT -5
She smiled at the compliment. "Thank you. I didn't want to come here in my dusty gowns and I only brought a few that are suited to better occasions. Not that I've had many of those lately. I really did appreciate your help the other day, though."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2015 15:00:03 GMT -5
"It was all my pleasure," he assured her. "Work doesn't bother me. Ordinarily I wouldn't have tried coercing a date out of you, but you have a reputation as being something of a loner," he said. "So I saw a chance to get to know you better. You're nearly unique among the female adepts," he said. "Actually wanting to be here."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 15, 2015 15:17:19 GMT -5
"Well, yes..." She turned her cup in her hands as she considered him. "Sara's the same, though she seems to have as much time to go to parties as she does study. I don't know how she does it." She laughed. "It will take time before we get more women here by choice. Old traditions are not so easy to overcome."
She took a sip of wine and then another. "I would actually like to make friends, you know. I just haven't really got around to it. The other women don't understand why I love it here and I'm worried that most of the men would either see me as a freak or want to get me into bed."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2015 15:21:57 GMT -5
"Finding you attractive doens't preclude having a friendly relationship," he said. "If I can be frank, any man who doesn't want you in bed is probably not interested in women at all. But," he said, taking a big gulp, "some of us can move past that desire to have some sort of normal relationship. Sara parties hard and studies hard because she's brilliant," he said. "There's no other way to put it. She should be a queen. Any prince would do better with her at his side than any named lady."
He slides her a paper. "I found this in one of those books. The author. Never heard of him, but I did a bit of digging. It seems an old Archmaester had his works burned for apostacy. I think there's a conspiracy afoot."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 15, 2015 15:33:59 GMT -5
"That's what the Mouse said," Morgan replied. "I appreciate this, I really do. You're right about Sara, I think. For myself, I am content simply to learn all I can."
She began to read through the paper to determine its contents. After all, it would be useful to know what sort of works had been destroyed. For now she tried to brush aside the fact that he found her attractive. She didn't want to deal with that at the moment.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2015 15:42:11 GMT -5
The paper is some sort of burn order for the book it had been found in. Apparently the adept it was addressed to ignored it. It claims that King Maegor found the contents untrue and disturbing, and that men were being sent north to disprove the fool's writings as the letter was being written. "Pretty crazy right? Even after the Targaryens came they still fought the Others. In secret."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 15, 2015 15:55:54 GMT -5
"Yes." She turned the paper open looking for any more clues. "But what can we do now? I should have another look for more volumes by that same author, and perhaps others, but it seems like our chances of finding any more are very slim. Or...perhaps the Targaryens had their own records someplace secret. I'm sure the Citadel is full of secrets." Her eyes lit up with hope.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2015 16:03:57 GMT -5
"It is," he said. "But the Targaryens would have kept their secrets at either the Red Keep...or their favorite vacation place, I think." He smiled. "But if not, we need a key to get to the real vaults. The ones the maesters want no one to see," he said. "Which means we need a heist."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 15, 2015 16:16:59 GMT -5
She leaned in closer. "Yes, we have to try! But where could the secret archives be? I know there are many places in the Citadel I've yet to visit. It could be anywhere. Though an underground vault does seem most likely. But how to find out where?" She frowned over the puzzle and glanced around the room. "Of course! There must be at least one doddery old Archmaester who knows the secrets of this place. We could find a way to persuade such a man to help us."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2015 16:34:59 GMT -5
He shook a finger. "I htought much the same," he said. "That they'd bury the secrets underground. They didn't. They put them up, up so high no one wouuld find them, in the senior maester's quarters," he said. "There's a library above, everyone knows that, but behind the dusty textbooks is the stuff they don't want anyone to see."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 15, 2015 16:42:31 GMT -5
"I have been living under a rock," Morgan said, laughing. "So how do we get in there? Do you know anyone who works directly for the maesters to earn their keep? I know that's what the poorer students do, sometimes."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 16, 2015 13:45:05 GMT -5
"Well...sort of," he said. "But you're not going to like my idea." He slides her a ticket to a clothing store. "Archmaester Garlan, that horrid Valyrian teacher, thinks you're rather attractive. If you can distract him for a few minutes up in his area, I can reclaim the books."
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