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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 10:09:53 GMT -5
Frances shakes his head and waves at the woman to return. With his other hands he unslings his harp before beginning to play one of his own compositions.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 5, 2011 10:12:20 GMT -5
Pol thanks Lord Callan for the food and drink. He expected he might be approached later by someone else to discuss matters further and in more detail. Before leaving he inspected the claw once more. Dragonstone was on board for certain it seemed, and the Goldlands most likely as well. Bolton and the North, he wasn't certain yet, but the Northmen had bent the knee once before. He didn't think they would again, but that was his gut feeling. He scratched the side of his head and approached Bolton, "They are confident that this dragon king will give up if we rise against him." Pol remarked, hoping to get a read on the notoriously blank man.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 10:17:25 GMT -5
"As Lord Callan said, we may be his last hope, Prince Greyjoy. He can't fight the whole world. At least, not at the same time." He looks about, and sees no one. "But something about this rubs me the wrong way."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 10:21:17 GMT -5
While the lady ignores him, another two approach him after a short bit. They're probably sisters given the family resemblance, and one says in halting common. "Very good."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 10:22:44 GMT -5
"Thank you," Frances replied with a smile, giving both ladies a wink. "Frances," He says, pointing at himself.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 10:24:20 GMT -5
"Darcy," the woman says, then points at her sister. "Jaelah."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 10:25:46 GMT -5
"Those are very pretty names," Frances replied audibly. "For Darcy," He then says, beginning to improvise a song on the harp. A moment later be begins to sing.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 10:27:39 GMT -5
After his song, Darcy looks at him with a wide smile. She points at a cluster of buildings perhaps a quarter mile away.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 10:28:29 GMT -5
Frances grinned. "Of course," He says to himself, slinging the harp back onto his shoulder and holding out his hand to the girl.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 5, 2011 10:30:12 GMT -5
"As Lord Callan said, we may be his last hope, Prince Greyjoy. He can't fight the whole world. At least, not at the same time." He looks about, and sees no one. "But something about this rubs me the wrong way." The whole thing rubbed him the wrong way, but he wouldn't say that, he'd poke Bolton for more, "What in particular?" Pol asked, "You think it's some sorta scheme?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 10:30:37 GMT -5
The three head to a small house. Darcy opens the door while Jaelah steps inside. Jaelah is the more traditionally pretty of the two while Darcy has the curves and step of a more experienced woman.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 10:32:56 GMT -5
Malryas speaks without any accompanying gestures. "I understand the desire to crush the dragon, I can, but it seems if this dragon was so dangerous we'd have known of it beforehand." He looked placid, having had time to compose himself. "Besides, sometimes the best ally to have is the strongest. And everyone seems scared of the dragon here."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 10:34:19 GMT -5
Frances enters as well, closing the door behind him. "Wine?" He asks, looking around the room to make sure no one else was there.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 10:35:37 GMT -5
No one was present. The two nod and take their seats.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 10:37:50 GMT -5
Frances grinned and followed them, seating himself as well. Laying his harp down on the table his hand briefly touches the hidden pocket where his poisons were to reassure himself he had them on him. "More songs?" Asks the two woman, smiling ever so handsomely.
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