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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 18:35:01 GMT -5
"How nice of him," Benjen said, sitting down, his eyes swiftly meeting Catherine's. "Did he say what the plans for the two ladies were?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 18:36:07 GMT -5
"The same for the rest of the ladies he brings," she says pleasantly. "They are heretics, so they must burn, of course."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 18:37:59 GMT -5
"Heretics," Benjen said the word softly, studying the old lady. "What sort of heretics? And do you know who his friends are, where they came from?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 18:41:36 GMT -5
"Why," she leans in conspiratorially, as gossipy old women are wont to do, "one fornicated with an Ironborn...and not because she was afeared for her life. The other one is Dornish." She says, as though that settled that particular matter. "He has lots of friends. THEY eat my stew," she says in a slightly haughty tone.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 18:44:18 GMT -5
"We are not like them," Benjen replied, slowly rising. "Cassadar is a wanted criminal; my friend Amelia here is one of the girls he wanted to burn. Why did you assist him?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 18:49:32 GMT -5
Catherine gets a shiver listening to the old lady talk. The woman looks confused. "Wait, you aren't friends with Cassadar? And this is a heretic girl?" She looks confused beyond all reason.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 18:51:05 GMT -5
"The man intended to kill two very good friends of mine," Benjen said, crossing his arms. "A friend of Cassadar's is not what you would call me."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 18:54:20 GMT -5
"Prince Benjen?" A guard nervously calls out. "We might have a problem." The guardsman has been inspecting the house.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 18:56:34 GMT -5
"What is it?" Benjen asked, looking up to the guardsman. He waved for Walton and Danya to go outside, keeping an eye out with crossbows at the ready.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 19:04:00 GMT -5
Catherine looks a bit scared, but collected, and she raises her crossbow and moves to look out the back window. "Well, my prince...about those heretics...umm...well..." the voice is starting to choke. "I think she is cooking them."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 19:06:35 GMT -5
An odd sense of calm came over Benjen, his eyes moving slowly from the guard to the old lady. With a quick step he stood in front of her, raised his fist and smacked her as hard in the face as he could.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 19:10:11 GMT -5
The old lady crumples and a distinctive snap is heard as her hip bone shatters. Catherine glares at him. "Really, Ben? She's senile."
"We have another problem. Cassadar was here...and he'll be coming back," a guard says.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 19:14:51 GMT -5
"Right now I am accepting no excuses," Benjen growled, turning to the guard. "How recently was he here? How long until you think he'll be back? With luck we can set a trap for him." He knew a feat like that would be night impossible.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 19:15:58 GMT -5
"According to this note, looks like two days. He says he'll be back tonight." The guard looks nervous.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 19:17:40 GMT -5
"What else does it say?" Benjen asked, the nervousness of the guard rubbing off on the Prince. If Cassadar came alone then they might have a chance, however slim it was. If he had friends with him...
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