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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 10, 2016 12:16:59 GMT -5
"What you have up there benefits me very little. I do not wish to go to a land I do not know the layout of." She replied stubbornly. Leaving that she did not want to rely on him unsaid.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2016 12:22:50 GMT -5
"Fine." he hopped down from the docks to the beach below, found a suitable stick, and drew a rough outline of the continent in the sand. "We're going here." he said, pointing to the the spot where Wyl was on the eastern coast. "Lordsbane has reportedly taken refuge in this area, the Marches." he made two lines, blocking off the section considered the Dornish Marches.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 10, 2016 14:22:54 GMT -5
"What kind of terrain are these... Marshes?" she asked, having clearly misheard him.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2016 14:29:24 GMT -5
"Marches." he repeated, clarifying. "Grassland, moors, and plains, and mountains that makeup for border between Dorne and its neighbors; characterized by regular feuding. Think of them as the Westerosi version of the Disputed Lands."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 10, 2016 14:31:38 GMT -5
That seemed to clear a lot up for her as she went from looking confused to understanding. "If he is hiding, unless is in a villiage grasslands plains and moors make for bad spots. Mountains less so. Perhaps we can start there, if Wyl produces no fruit."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2016 14:35:49 GMT -5
"If he's taken to banditry, he'll leave his own trail." Letho remarked, though nodded along at her logic. "We know where he landed, so just need to know where he's hit to narrow the radius."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 10, 2016 14:55:41 GMT -5
"True, the rumour mill can work against us as well as for though, always best to take a pinch of salt." she advised and nodded sagely as if it were great wisdom.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2016 15:11:36 GMT -5
"Shake a tree hard enough and it's bound to drop fruit eventually." he replied, erasing the drawing in the sand with a sweet of his boot. "Need to get there first."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 10, 2016 15:17:01 GMT -5
"we should stay close by, in case they depart without us and warn him people are looking." Mia looked as the dirt picture was destroyed, "Can't trust anyone."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2016 15:24:00 GMT -5
"We'll stay the night in an inn with the docks in view." he agreed, looking at the ship. "With this much gold to be gained for our passage, they'll not leave it on the table. Would you?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 10, 2016 15:41:58 GMT -5
"That depends on if a bigger pot is being placed elsewhere," she replied, looking for the best Inn for them to spend the time in. "There a prizes worth more than mere gold. Hard to think of any I'd take over it right now."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2016 15:52:41 GMT -5
"We'll have to hope coin now and in their pockets is more appealing than coin promised." he replied, with shrug. "Or we can always take a ship, but then we lose a chance at questioning any crew members he may have spoken to during the journey."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 10, 2016 16:16:33 GMT -5
"A wyvern in the hand is worth two in the jungle" she replied, agreeing with the logic there, she pointed out an inn over liking the bay. "That one"
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2016 16:18:37 GMT -5
He nodded, booking a room, ensuring there was a view of the docks.
"You can have the bed. I'll take the floor." he informed her, more practicality than chivalry. After Ghaston Grey, he slept better on the floor, most beds too soft.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 10, 2016 16:52:41 GMT -5
Mysaria slept badly everywhere, racked with nightmares if things she'd seen and felt abd also worse things she imagined for her sister. "Too early to sleep now."
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