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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 8, 2012 12:41:23 GMT -5
He stands and looks to the Septon and back to Arania. He gives a heavy sigh. "My lady.... please... accept my apologies for my actions, and that the seven," He pauses glancing at the Septon. "Forgives me for my fiery outburst of anger." His deep voice said with a huff of a growl.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 12:46:46 GMT -5
Arania couldn't help a smug look forming on her face. She curtseyed to the Clegane. "I accept," she said graciously, smiling at him. She did not look back at the septon.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 12:56:53 GMT -5
"Oy, that's the spirit of a knightss, true and true! Seven be 'pon you and such." The elderly man just stands there, then they notice his eyes seem to be tracking a fly buzzing around him with suspicion.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 13:01:49 GMT -5
"Are you quite alright?" Arania peered more closely at the elderly man. His eyes seemed a little glossed over. "Do you need a maester?" Unfortunately, the only one she knew of was not really a maester...
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 13:07:17 GMT -5
"'ery well, thank you dear. Theese flies...the stranger's Own, they are! Not good for a lovely lass to be wanderin' these tents so alone though; bad men about. Just yesterday some man slapped a girl from the north so hard she looked like a regular tomato, she did!" His eyes are on an even level with the tall girl's chest, so while his head bobs up and down it creates an unintentionally eery effect.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 8, 2012 13:10:37 GMT -5
Godfrey Huffs and makes sure his weapons are there. Then turns to the smug Hightower girl. The thoughts ran though his mind. Grandfather taught me that true knights were simply in stories and fantasy tales. He looks to her reaction to the Septon but simply waits for a response before making a move.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 13:13:40 GMT -5
It had never occurred to her that among knights and lords there could be any danger of any sort. "Did that really happen? Or is it only a rumor? Was she highborn?" she rattled off the questions like an interrogation. She started thinking about perhaps having some household guards follow her. But then she would never have met with Bolton...no would there have been any trouble with the Clegane. She crossed her arms over her chest self-consciously.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 13:16:02 GMT -5
"Saw'er meself, I did for sure. Royce girl. Best being careful, is all. Guess 'er trees didn't help her that time; only that lovely Meghan Lannister being the Maiden herself did anything."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 13:22:28 GMT -5
She shivered, glancing up at the Clegane. "That was kind of her to help. Will she...the Royce girl, that is, be all right? Do you know who did it?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 13:25:08 GMT -5
"Rumors on that only. The girl'll be fine; just shook up I imagine. Some big Ironborn warrior," the septon wheezed out. "This ain't anywhere safe or secure like a castle, now."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 8, 2012 13:47:44 GMT -5
"That is frightening to think." Arania realized she had never met a man from the Iron Islands, only heard the stories told by the crews of the merchant ships who had narrowly avoided being taken out in open water. "I hope that she'll be well soon." She gave the septon a careful look. "By the seven, I hope so."
"If you think you will be alright, I will take my leave. I'll try not to get myself into any trouble."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 14:34:29 GMT -5
"I hope not, my lady." He trots off, swatting at flies.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 8, 2012 14:40:22 GMT -5
"You should know I have plenty of eyes watching my actual little...stage performance areas." He spins a dagger absently on his table. "Whatever brings you running through here?" Jory pulled out his own knife, matching the other man's movements, spin for spin. "Boredom. No doubt you've got some fun jobs for me to do up your sleeve, what with you seizing power, or plotting a coup, or something along those lines. I haven't seen any real action for at least two weeks." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 8, 2012 14:43:40 GMT -5
"Westeros is too static for you, then. Essos...yes. You will undoubtedly love their little games over there. If, that is, you can hold off on a major job for another month." Bolton lets the knife finish spinning, then sheathes it. "If not, well, this meeting has attracted all form of degenerates."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 8, 2012 14:45:01 GMT -5
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Prince Benjen had decided to take a look around the various camps, more to get himself acquainted with the faces and various banners, as well as to get an idea of the layout of the whole place. He wore simple grey clothes, the onyx direwolf over his heart and his longsword belted to his hip.
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