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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 1, 2016 16:00:40 GMT -5
"Maybe exotic is not the way to go for you, maybe some nice, home grown Iron Islands food. Oh wait," She smiled, and looked round at him, "You're words should be "we cannot sow" for all the arable land you have. Does moss and seaweed not make you salivate?"
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Post by Kurts on Feb 1, 2016 16:37:14 GMT -5
"The fruits of the sea are no less delectable than those on land." he reminded her. "Though I would not expect someone who lives so far from the smell of the sea to have more than provincial tastes."
"And if your Crowl's appetites are anything to go by, the North is the last place that should be turning their nose up at the cuisine of others."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 1, 2016 16:47:06 GMT -5
"Yes, you're right... clearly the Crowl is undernourished and lacking" she said, glancing at the huge man next to her, "I have seen the error of my ways" she replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "You can tire of fish too, I am sure"
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Post by Kurts on Feb 1, 2016 16:51:34 GMT -5
"I believe my point was that you can tire of anything." he chuckled. "Or has the metaphor become murky?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 1, 2016 17:01:53 GMT -5
"Oh you meant him eating people?" Robyn said, as if it were common place now, "Well, we have harsh winters in the north... needs must, sometimes you just have to suck it up and dine on your fellow man" She quirked and eyebrow at him, "This whole conversation is murky."
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Post by Kurts on Feb 1, 2016 17:26:28 GMT -5
"Well if you find yourself famished months away form home without your local cuisine, I am sure we can find something to sate your appetite." he offered slyly. "I would be a poor host otherwise."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 1, 2016 17:29:58 GMT -5
"I'm sure I'm capable of finding my own home comforts," Robyn replied, not riding to the sly look. " but thank you, colour me surprised at finding you such an... accommodating host"
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Feb 1, 2016 17:32:09 GMT -5
The Goldlander party arrives, fashionably late as usual, lead by Prince Hector, accompanied by two Kingsguard. Lord Gregor Crakehall is present, as is Ser Geoffrey Swyft, much to the dismay of the Dornishmen. Though Hector of course represents the interests of the Goldlands, the Queen has sent her uncle Roland Brax as an envoy as well.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 1, 2016 17:38:27 GMT -5
"I'm sure I'm capable of finding my own home comforts," Robyn replied, not riding to the sly look. " but thank you, colour me surprised at finding you such an... accommodating host" "Eating alone is almost as dull as drinking alone." Killion replied, noting the arrival of the Goldlands. "Do not be so surprised. Rooms have been made up for you and yours in Krakenhal. Enjoy all Tyrosh has to offer."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 1, 2016 17:46:23 GMT -5
Robyn waved him off, now he had apparently found a better thing to amuse him and sat back down next to the crowl.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 1, 2016 18:19:22 GMT -5
Killion had not meant to brush Robyn off, but headed towards the Goldlanders nonetheless, offering his hand to each in turn.
"Welcome to Tyrosh." he said in greeting to their king. "You missed the strategic meeting, but I assure you the Goldlands will have a fair share in the glory."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Feb 1, 2016 18:33:36 GMT -5
'Lord' Malthazar Nazeryl was smoking his long pipe, examine the temple exterior. He was playing a game with himself. Could he in fact estimate the architectural costs of this building, including labor and materials? He decided that yes, he could in fact name a close figure, even accounting for inflation. Satisfied, he began wandering the party, mingling with the oddly dressed Westerners.
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Post by Lyonel on Feb 1, 2016 19:30:09 GMT -5
Kraznys and party joined the meeting, they had arrived much earlier but setting up camp when you have Dothraki's that hate Jogos Nhai, Knights that hate elephants, Ibbish people who are afraid of black people and all the other way around, it takes you a long time to set up camp. The group was surely an eye opener, something more ragged and diverse than this could hardly ever be achieved; excepr, maybe, for Ser Leo Flowers, the Commander of the Knight Division, and one or other better looking individual, this bunch, comprising mostly of former Pit fighters, surely would never be expected to attend such a lavish place.
The Commander led them, carelessly pushing aside whoever happened to be on his way to Killion. He was clad in his usual war uniform, something very difficult to describe by novice scholars, his face marked by the scars and tattoos of his past.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Feb 2, 2016 6:27:12 GMT -5
Nazaryl entered the meeting and quietly took his place. He poured himself some water, before producing pen and paper. He sat there, with his fantastic grooming and sweet smelling perfumes, and took quiet stock of who had arrived. He looked over at the woman beside him and paused ink feather pen in hand before asking, "My lady? My name is Malthazar Nazaryl, His Imperial Majesty's Master of Coin, and I just wanted to say..." He gave her his friendliest smile. "I really have no idea who you are." The key hanging from his neck made it rather obvious he held some position in the Iron Bank of Braavos.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 2, 2016 8:28:26 GMT -5
"Likewise, until a moment ago." She replied then paused, seemingly working out if she was going to answer him. "I am Robyn Stark," she go ally responded, turning her head to look at the nN as she did. She wasn't a big fan of perfumes on men or women.only wearing them herself when she was making a purposeful effort for her husband. She liked rugged more than preened, with a few exceptions, but still each to their own. "How much do you imagine this war will cost his imperial majesty?" She says the last two words with a great emphasis.
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