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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 12:40:04 GMT -5
Pretty obvious.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 12:40:20 GMT -5
Benjen arrives at the appointed time, looking around for the Morrigen girl.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 12:41:49 GMT -5
Kiele is on time, dressed in a purple cloak and tight pants, and a loose black tunic. Her hair is pinned up to keep off her neck. She looks over the prince. "Much better."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 12:43:26 GMT -5
"I could say the same," Benjen replies, inspecting the girl briefly. "On the way here I saw a place called The Prancing Bear. Looked half empty."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 12:44:17 GMT -5
"Then let's prance that bear," she commented. She extends out and arm, and the distinctive clank of a dagger hitting her leg can be heard.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 12:46:46 GMT -5
Benjen plays the gentleman, taking her arm and leading the not too far way to the tavern. "Seems cozy enough," He remarked as they entered.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 12:56:05 GMT -5
The Dancing Bear is a lively establishment; its bar clean and its "floor" well-swept. A pretty young serving girl leads the two to seats at the bar, where a giant of a man who somewhat resembles a bear takes their orders. Kiele orders an ale with a whiskey dropped into it.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 12:57:58 GMT -5
"An interesting concoction," Benjen commented, ordering wine for himself. "I'd try it but I fear it wouldn't sit too well on my stomach. I don't even like wine..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 13:01:12 GMT -5
Kiele shrugs. "I think you've had more than me thus far anyway." She sipped it. "Now, what is it like being heir to over half of Westeros?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 13:04:58 GMT -5
"It's good and bad," Benjen replied, sitting down. "I can't complain about the training, the good food, the privileges. Most people however just see me as my title. Charm the prince, please the prince. Make sure you don't piss his daddy off."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 13:10:11 GMT -5
"Always a sound idea, though." She drinks a bit more and grins. "Well, I got to meet the prince reeking of sex and the absolute most hideous perfume imaginable, talking about having sex with at least two different Targaryen women. Seeing the title will be the hard part." She laughs.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 13:13:55 GMT -5
"Somehow that is preferable," He replied, chuckling. "I can't say I am looking forward to being king one day. I can deal with responsibility but it just seems like too much weight. So many things I don't know about."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 13:16:33 GMT -5
"I thought you complimented the training." She shrugs. "Well, I bet even your father the king has plenty he doesn't know. You have a younger brother, right? You could renounce your claim and ride off into the sunset, beautiful women trailing you..."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 13:19:21 GMT -5
"Like my father would let me," Benjen replied, shaking his head. "No, the training with arms is good enough, and the maester's teachings... Lord Rickon's..." He paused. "A clever Queen wouldn't hurt."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 13:21:04 GMT -5
"A dangerous thought. My father always said a clever lady was worse than a cruel lord, having thoughts and ideas on how to make things better that are at odds with the lord's views. A king must be perfect and his judgment unquestioned, no?" Kiele stares at him with her huge brown eyes.
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