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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 20:15:35 GMT -5
"Then don't cry, and fight it," he said. "Cowards rely on the threat of a little pain to scare you. Give them their own coin back."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 2, 2015 3:12:56 GMT -5
"I intend to fight it," she said. "If I can, I'll make them suffer for what they did."
She gripped the sword fiercely, taking comfort from the way the hilt felt in her hand.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 10:17:41 GMT -5
Olyvar smiles at the sight. "They will tremble, I imagine." The cart stops about twelve miles from the city at a tavern. "Time to get my stuff."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 2, 2015 10:25:14 GMT -5
"Of course. Be quick, I want to get away from here."
She couldn't help peering anxiously out the window in case they were being followed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 10:44:38 GMT -5
she sees no one. Olyvar heads out swiftly.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 2, 2015 11:06:42 GMT -5
Morgan waited and tried to ignore the hunger pangs in her stomach. She clasped her sword firmly and wondered what her father was doing and then where Quentyn was.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 11:26:59 GMT -5
quentyn is probably raping Dornish women, while Olyvar returns a seeming eternity later with a bunch of stuff. "Party time."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 2, 2015 11:56:45 GMT -5
She looked curiously at his belongings. "Let's hurry away," she urged. "I won't feel safe until we're well away."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 12:32:51 GMT -5
"We're going, we're going," he said. "I didn't spring you out of prison to fuck up now, after all."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 2, 2015 12:37:40 GMT -5
"I know, and I'm grateful but their arms have a long reach. That's what they told me. They may send their agents in other castles and towns after us."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 13:22:55 GMT -5
Oliver nodded. "They might." They make it another twenty miles before they stop. The Northman is quiet the trip.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 2, 2015 13:31:21 GMT -5
Morgan takes the chance to sleep for a while. When they do stop, she has woken up again and looks curiously out to see where they are.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 13:33:36 GMT -5
They"re on a river, stopping at some nondescript inn. Olyvar has dressed up as an actual knight, and he gestures to some fine but not ostentatious clothes. "Going for the landed knight disguise," he said.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 2, 2015 13:42:42 GMT -5
"That's a good idea," she agreed. "Landed knights can pass unremarked fairly easily and they won't expect that."
Her stomach rumbled.
"I'm glad I'm having this rather dubious adventure with you rather than being alone."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 2, 2015 14:00:31 GMT -5
"I'm starving. Get dressed my lady wife," he winks. "Time to be people we aren't."
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