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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Oct 13, 2012 4:20:14 GMT -5
Rycherd felt a sudden urge to push aside the maester and examine the girls body closely himself for the cause of death. However matters were tense enough as it was and it was just as likely he would find the answers he was seeking elsewhere.
He stared closely at the maester's face as if trying to commit it to memory. "Very well Theobald." he finally snarled, deliberately leaving out the man's honorific. "But I'll remember this."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 10:02:43 GMT -5
Theobald nods politely.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 14, 2012 10:05:24 GMT -5
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After speaking to the Blacktydes, Ragnar headed up to the maester's tower.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 10:06:47 GMT -5
Maester Theobald, having finished his work with Meghan Lannister, is smoking a pipe and reading a book when Lord Ragnar walks in. His eyes take in the sword and the scowl, and he nods without rising. "Good day, Lord Drumm."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 14, 2012 10:32:58 GMT -5
"Good day, maester," Ragnar said. "I have come to seek your advice. Do you know anything of coins outside our own currency?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 11:16:16 GMT -5
"Of course. It is hardly my specialty, but if I don't know it I am quite sure the answer will be in my library." Maester Theobald regards the Ironborn lord. "Please, show me."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 14, 2012 12:01:53 GMT -5
Ragnar produced the coin he'd found.
"Do you recognise this?"
He decided not to mention the fact that the King thought it was from Braavos. Let the maester draw his own conclusions first.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 12:05:14 GMT -5
The maester stares at it. "It's very old Braavosian, at least...four centuries? Predates the Doom, even. I have a book to confirm..." He motions for Ragnar to follow and heads up the stairs to his library, which is fairly large, but even more richly stocked. He approaches a shelf, and then makes a noise. "That's odd. One of my rarest books is missing...time for that later, here it is!" He takes a book and flips through it. "Yes, old Braavosian...used by...hmm...well, Lord Ragnar," he turns to him, "it is a death sentence, I think. An offering from the Faceless Men."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 14, 2012 12:18:09 GMT -5
Ragnar swore.
"It belonged to one of my own people, who certainly wasn't killed by a Faceless Man."
He sighed and tossed the coin in one hand, catching it easily.
"I know little of the Faceless Men. Why would such a coin be given to a man of the Iron Islands?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 12:19:59 GMT -5
The maester scratches his head, legitimately confused. "Well...maybe it was an invitation, or a threat. The coin's meaning is fairly ambiguous and circumstance-dependent. Perhaps he was in league with a Faceless Man?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 14, 2012 12:29:03 GMT -5
"Perhaps he was," Ragnar said thoughtfully. "It was he who kidnapped those ladies recently. Ought I to dispose of the wretched thing? I want no Faceless Man coming after me."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 12:31:31 GMT -5
Theobald shrugged. "I doubt it's magical or anything. Although..." he looks at it again, "these scratches on it are blocking out the words. Only the face should have any marks on it. It looks deliberate, to me. Was there anything...unique, about this man who kidnapped the ladies? Any reason to suspect him of such crimes?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 14, 2012 12:41:57 GMT -5
"He was known as the Limper among our people, but when we fought, he wasn't limping at all. That was most odd."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 12:46:10 GMT -5
"I assume this nickname wasn't merely spiteful?" Theobald ponders. "I have just the book for all this mystical nonsense. It's right...over...here..." He turns. "My book on the higher arts...it's gone."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 14, 2012 13:11:12 GMT -5
"But who has access to this room?" Ragnar asked. "Could it be stolen, or merely borrowed?"
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