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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 9, 2012 22:39:19 GMT -5
Jason hears about the coming of the dragon and walks in softly of his cane. He sees a man talking with what looks like important people and waits behind him ether for him to finish or for them to notice him. He looks at the hair, and the eyes. He had heard stories but had not thought they were true, he made a polite smile to anyone who had bother to look at him.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 22:40:03 GMT -5
"It would be an honour to show them there camp," Benjen said, almost regretting his words mere moments after he said them. "Though perhaps I will steer clear of the Iron Born camp; only the other day was a lady assaulted there."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 9, 2012 22:42:36 GMT -5
Jason is stopped well outside the camp by a large guard who speaks no Westerosi. After a few tense seconds, he hears a heavily accented voice growl, "Who are you?" The speaker is an enormous black-skinned man, wielding some sort of halberd.
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Aenys's eyes shine just a bit bright at that. "Oh...they can take care of themselves, can't you sisters?" Daena and Tristessa, just for a second, have the same look in their eyes.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 9, 2012 22:47:44 GMT -5
"Well then, in that case; follow me, ladies!" Benjen said with an enthusiastic smile, holding out an arm to both of them before setting off through the camp. "I trust the journey here was not too drawn out?"
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 9, 2012 22:49:33 GMT -5
He holds up his hand and cane to show he is no threat. He speaks to the man in Valyarian. "My name is Jason Rowan, heir to house Rowan of the Goldlands. I come to welcome the House Targaryen to the Keep."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 22:25:10 GMT -5
The giant nods. "Thank you. When..." Prince Benjen Stark walks out of the wagons with two women on his arms, strides past them, and heads towards the castle. "It seems Prince Aenys is no longer occupied..."
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"Soooo long, my prince. And lonely." Tristessa finally manages to get a word in.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 10, 2012 22:29:15 GMT -5
"I can imagine," Benjen agreed, smiling at Rowan as he passed. "I would assume the only method of traveling so far that could not get boring would be on dragon back." He laughed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 22:30:35 GMT -5
"Indeed! That never gets boring!" Daena says, Tristessa rolling her eyes in disgust at the comment. "So where are you taking us, my prince? We need...a drink."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 10, 2012 22:30:48 GMT -5
He bows in thanks. "Thank you, you are most kind." He says waiting for the man to step aside before aproching the prince.
He takes a bow as best he can, "Hello Prince Aenys, my name is Jason Rowan, I come to you to welcome you to Mason Keep, it is quite an Honor to see the Dragon again in Westeros." He says softly in High Valyrian, he has a kind smile on his face as he also greets the other members of the Targaryen party.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 10, 2012 22:36:11 GMT -5
"Indeed! That never gets boring!" Daena says, Tristessa rolling her eyes in disgust at the comment. "So where are you taking us, my prince? We need...a drink." "I can take you to the Seven Kingdoms, if you wish," Benjen said, already altering the route to lead them towards it. "So, tell me of the dragon, Daena." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 22:39:24 GMT -5
"Oh no, never; we can't talk of that now." They approach the Seven Kingdoms. "it's so crowwwwded! I don't want to see all those people yet...they'll be over us like flies on sweat!"
Tristessa nods agreement. "There's not somewhere quieter we can grab a drink?"
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Prince Aenys rises and nods. "I think you Master Rowan for your welcome. Please, have a seat." A large knight with a greatsword is speaking to the giant as Godfrey talks.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 10, 2012 22:41:39 GMT -5
"Oh no, never; we can't talk of that now." They approach the Seven Kingdoms. "it's so crowwwwded! I don't want to see all those people yet...they'll be over us like flies on sweat!" Tristessa nods agreement. "There's not somewhere quieter we can grab a drink?" "Oh, I will coax some stories out of you yet," Benjen promised, flashing a grin at Daena. "We could always go to my rooms in the keep, if that is not entirely too forward of me?" |
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 10, 2012 22:43:42 GMT -5
He smiles and does as asked. "Thank you, days standing are often tiresome for me." He says taking a seat. "May I ask how is your return to Westeros? Are you finding it as you suspected?" He says propping his bad leg up casually.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 22:53:52 GMT -5
"Return? I have never been here before." Aenys shrugs. "More trees. Colder. To be honest, I miss my desert."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 10, 2012 22:54:11 GMT -5
Daena nods with a smile. "Perfect!"
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