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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 13:04:18 GMT -5
"If you do, I promise to only laugh a little." The four head to the stables.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 12, 2012 18:07:20 GMT -5
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Jory walked into the tavern, dressed up in 'respectable' clothes. Highborn Lords and Ladies gossiped almost as much as drunk fishermen, and there was much to learn for those that listened. He sat down at a table near several conversations that were occurring, began to pretend to read a book, and perked up his ears for interesting stuff.
Use Observation (80)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 18:22:21 GMT -5
For obvious reasons, all anyone talks about is Meghan Lannister's death, and how involved in it Prince Benjen Stark was. Some comment that she had been kidnapped by some cult which ruined the sept, and Ser Hollid Clegane had apparently done something...and there were dragons in the skies and isn't Lady Fossoway's corset too tight...
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 12, 2012 18:25:35 GMT -5
Jory likely wasn't going to get much more out of them. His work here was done. He stood up and left.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 20:38:03 GMT -5
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Arania found herself at the Seven Kingdoms again, her guards at her back. There were only two this time, and not emblazoned with the Hightower arms as they usually were. She decided it was worth a try, and went in to find a place and a cup of sweet wine. Her guards sat a few tables away, casting their eyes around the common room.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 20:42:34 GMT -5
The only free space was next to a man in his twenties, with black hair who sat nurse a cup of wine. A sword was at his hip and a harp was on the ground by his feet.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 21:29:19 GMT -5
The tavern was quite crowded as usual, with little privacy to be had. With no desireto sit near the guards, she approached an empty place near a young man. "Pardon, could I take this seat? There's nowhere else." Arania sat down before he could answer. After all, there was nowhere else.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 21:30:27 GMT -5
The man looked her up and down with blue eyes, a hint of purple within them. When she sat he grinned. "Why not. The name's Frances." He was handsome enough.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 21:55:58 GMT -5
She looked at him over the top of her drink, which had arrived quickly despite the large number of patrons. "Arania," she said simply, giving him as much information as he had given her. "And which of the kingdoms are to from, Frances?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 21:57:39 GMT -5
"Take a guess," He said with grin that came smoothly to his lips, hands neither rough nor delicate lifting his wineglass to his lips.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 22:00:42 GMT -5
A challenge. Arania put her glass down and studied him more thoroughly. "The Stormlands? Noooo, that isn't right, is it?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 22:02:40 GMT -5
"It is not," Frances answered, giving a light chuckle. "Though it is not where you are from either; am I right?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 22:18:36 GMT -5
"Gods forbid," she muttered, lifting her drink to her lips again. "Could it be Dorne?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 22:22:20 GMT -5
Frances smiled again, raising his glass to her. "You are correct of course," He said with a little congratulatory wink. "And by your name I guess you to be the Hightower girl."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 16, 2012 22:25:04 GMT -5
The smile that bloomed on her face when she guessed correctly quickly wilted. "You guessed correctly. I was hoping to be someone else tonight."
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