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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:29:19 GMT -5
Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 7, 2011 10:29:19 GMT -5
Pol frowned and walked about hoping he could find his way out. He'd either try to find out more about the shape the city was in or find someone that could tell him. He spoke to the guards, "You supposed to escort us?"
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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:32:55 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 10:32:55 GMT -5
Corbray nods in a direction. "That Humble fellow...odd man from the Islands, Clegane and Raymund Dondarrion. Oh, and our..." he jerks a thumb to a young woman riding towards them, "translator."
The woman takes off her dragon helm and Frances even feels his heart quicken for a bare second. She has long golden hair and eyes, and has a black spear in a sheath at her side. "I'm Cassandra Targaryen." She leaves the rest of her title unspoken.
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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:33:48 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 10:33:48 GMT -5
One of the guards speaks in halting Westerosi, "Not unless you request it, Ambassador."
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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:34:25 GMT -5
Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 7, 2011 10:34:25 GMT -5
"As you wish, my lord," Dacey murmured. "I believe I will go find a drink. I have a thirst."
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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:35:47 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 10:35:47 GMT -5
Aaron nods politely. "Milady." Dacey noticed a tavern in the inn, or the north's private room is extremely well-stocked as well.
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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:40:39 GMT -5
Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 7, 2011 10:40:39 GMT -5
"Take me to where the Northmen are," he was of a mind to see Bolton before the dinner, he needed someone to discuss things with.
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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:41:37 GMT -5
Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 7, 2011 10:41:37 GMT -5
Corbray nods in a direction. "That Humble fellow...odd man from the Islands, Clegane and Raymund Dondarrion. Oh, and our..." he jerks a thumb to a young woman riding towards them, "translator." The woman takes off her dragon helm and Frances even feels his heart quicken for a bare second. She has long golden hair and eyes, and has a black spear in a sheath at her side. "I'm Cassandra Targaryen." She leaves the rest of her title unspoken. "Hollis Clegane?" Frances asks, knowing the man was trouble. When the Targaryen woman arrived he forced the short flurry of emotion back down. "Frances Sand," He said with a grin. "Good to see the Dragon appreciates what a fine weapon the spear is."
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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:42:35 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 10:42:35 GMT -5
The guard nods briskly and leads him to a secion of the place made of old styled woods. When Pol knocks, a guard answers, then a few minutes later Malryas Bolton sends word to come and meet him in his temporary office.
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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:45:03 GMT -5
Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 7, 2011 10:45:03 GMT -5
"Not a fan of windows," Pol remarks as he gives the apartment a quick glance. "Though all the trees suit you, not a lot of noise." He continued as he nodded at Bolton in greeting.
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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:45:35 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 10:45:35 GMT -5
Corbray is stunned at the woman too a moment, but nods politey to her. "Princess Cassandra, a pleasure..." she cuts him off midsentence.
"Lord Corbray, we're suited up for war. Titles are as meaningless as can be. War's taught me that much." She turns back as Frances speaks. "I had a Dornish tutor, as it happens."
Hollis Clegane and the others arrive a few moments later. The two are surprised at the young woman, but the grim Clegane just looks about at the group. "Day's wasting,'" he grumbles.
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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:48:43 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 10:48:43 GMT -5
Bolton nods. "Windows to spies are like spaces in armor to a knight. How can I assist you, Prince Greyjoy? I noted you seemed to get along quite well with King Targaryen."
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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:49:22 GMT -5
Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 7, 2011 10:49:22 GMT -5
"What was his name? I might know the man," Frances asked, thumping his spear on the ground before turning to Clegane. "Easy now. You'll get to kill someone soon enough."
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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:52:43 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 10:52:43 GMT -5
"You probably do, Ser Frances." Cassandra, despite her apparent composure, still has to double-take at Hollis's immense size. The knight grumbles.
"Never soon enough." Lord Corbray makes a motion, and the small group sets out the gate, Clegane in the lead, Cassandra to his right and slightly behind.
"You'll be glad for these horses, good sers, we have a long ride ahead of us."
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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:54:58 GMT -5
Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 7, 2011 10:54:58 GMT -5
"Hard not to really after the other people we've met." While he did like the King so far, business was business, it would not get in his way of making a choice that would benefit himself in the long run. "He didn't show off his dragon," Pol mused, "Have you seen anything that makes you think he has one?"
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Meereen
Sept 7, 2011 10:55:25 GMT -5
Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 7, 2011 10:55:25 GMT -5
"It best be worth it," Frances replied, pulling the bottle of wine from his bag as they rode and uncorking it. "Thirsty?" He said simply, holding out the bottle to Cassandra.
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