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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 20, 2015 15:37:21 GMT -5
"Bastard. We'll sort him out. Send for the nen, Your Grace, and I'll find the king. And pray to whichever gods you worship, Your Grace. We need their favour as well as the Drowned God's favour."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 17:33:35 GMT -5
"I'd rather pray to swords and ships, my lord," she said. "We'll stick to those for now."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 21, 2015 12:54:16 GMT -5
"Aye, as you wish. I'll leave as soon as I can," he vowed. He then departed to rest before finding a ship.
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