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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 4, 2011 17:14:55 GMT -5
"You made it sound all respect me like a girl or something. Women on the ships got respect because they're either feared or got power. We don't respect people just for the sake of it, its gotta be earned. You understand?" Pol tried to explain but didn't think it would be so complicated to get across, though she was a greenlander. "If you grow up in the Islands you'd know. But I guess I'm givin' you respect right now because I haven't tossed you over my shoulder and carried you to my cabin yet. That and I'm being patient."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 4, 2011 17:24:23 GMT -5
"I see."
The look she gave him was distinctly unfriendly now.
"Just try to stick your blade in me without my consent and I'll do the same for you. I wasn't born in your islands though I'm no soft southron lady. Remember that. I'm mayhaps something in between the two. Now you'll respect me some more or else I'll walk away."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 4, 2011 17:30:21 GMT -5
"I've given you nothing but respect and all you've done is get angry. If I've hurt your feelings then you can walk away, but you were the one that wanted someone that's honest and straight forward. I can't help it if you have a weak stomach." He shrugged, "Taking you is not worth the trouble it would cause."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 5, 2011 4:19:09 GMT -5
"My stomach is not weak," Dacey retorted. "Recall if you will that you don't have the right to take any woman you please - a woman has a tongue and a mind of her own and I'm not afraid to use either of mine. "
She drank deep from her wineskin.
"I never said I wouldn't. But I did say not now."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 5, 2011 11:09:47 GMT -5
"Preaching to an Iron Born reaver about not taking what they please.." Pol struggled to contain himself and instead started choking on his drink, "Dammit went down the wrong.." Pol bent over and started coughing.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 5, 2011 12:14:14 GMT -5
"I'm not your thrall. Oh!"
Dacey leaned forward and thumped him on the back, not quite sure why she was bothering to help but feeling she ought to.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 5, 2011 12:17:24 GMT -5
Pol finished his coughing fit and spat on the floor. He chuckled and took another pull from his skin, "Alright, think I overstayed my welcome, heh." He slosed his wineskin about to determine how much he had left, "Gonna go for a walk." Pol waved and swaggered off.
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