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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 16:59:21 GMT -5
She reached for her smallclothes and shift and started to get dressed.
"You'll have to help me with the corset and the laces of the dress," she said, indicating the fallen garments.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 17:04:05 GMT -5
He does so without comment, his fingers deft albeit unused to such work. when he is finished, he slaps her on the butt and grins. "Guess I get to practice my lettering tonight."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 17:08:37 GMT -5
"So you do. But it's worth it. A good hand with a letter is always useful."
She turned to smile at him once she was all laced up.
"As are hands which are good at other things."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 17:12:37 GMT -5
He grins. "Mine have many uses; it is true. I hope to see you soon, love." He kisses her.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 17, 2012 17:14:42 GMT -5
She kissed him back.
"I shall go back to my tent in the Goldlands camp for now. I will wait to hear from you, my dear, or else from my father."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 17, 2012 17:44:56 GMT -5
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Ser Titus Grafton rides into the camp, greasy haired, tired and late for the festivities. Truth be told, he hadn't wished to come at all, but his father had insisted. Rough seas around Sharp Point had delayed his arrival to Duskendale, where he'd disembarked. His loins ached from the ride as he was severely unaccustomed to rides of such length and he smelled like the ass of a pig. He picked an open spot and ordered the few men who had attended him to make camp, before tossing each a small coin purse and telling them not to get into too much trouble.
Once the camp was established, which didn't take long, considering how hard sailors are willing to work when a stiff drink hangs in the balance, he quickly cleaned himself up and changed into fresh clothes before departing to find a watering hole of his own.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 17:47:13 GMT -5
Eveeryone in the know recommends the Seven Kingdoms for someone of his wealth, birth, and attraction to good looking women.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 17, 2012 19:08:27 GMT -5
//////// Jory barged into Lars tent. "We lost her. Where is Catherine Mallister? Did she go off somewhere? We need to know." Lars looks up as Jory enters. "Where was she last?" He asks, with more concern in his voice than there should be for a women he doesn't really know. |
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 17, 2012 19:14:24 GMT -5
"I don't know. I was investigating another lead. I hoped someone might have told you."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 17, 2012 19:26:38 GMT -5
Lars sighs. "We are not the best at this." He scratches at his wooden table with a dagger. "Well we should check Mason Keep to see if she is back. If not we will need to search around the grounds."
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 17, 2012 19:29:44 GMT -5
"Yes, we should go to Mason Keep for starters. Ask around." He frowned. "No sense in wasting time." Jory turned to leave.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 17, 2012 19:32:18 GMT -5
Lars stood up immediatly and followed.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 23:40:14 GMT -5
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Arania and Kal Stark made their way quickly and quietly to the Camp of the Northerners. He led her through the maze of tents, almost dragging her behind him, in search of the infamous Malryas Bolton.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 23:47:06 GMT -5
Thinking about the man seems to summon him, and it isn't long before he appears. "Kalvin, killing.." Ice comes out faster than a flash.
"Stow it for now, Bolton. We need to vanish for a while." The small man shakes his head.
"Fourth tent down on the left. Lord Bar Emmon was supposed to be there, but we paid him to let us use his colors for an operation. It has everything you might need...except for your face, my lady. I shall send some supplies immediately." He turns to Arania. "Don't leave the tent! Either of you...word is already spreading like a plague."
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 17, 2012 23:58:16 GMT -5
"Thank you," said Arania sincerely, hurrying along to the tent Bolton had directed them to. As soon as she was inside, she turned and looked imploringly at Kal. "What are we going to do? I'm sure they'll find us sooner than later... Hiding won't do forever."
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