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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2012 9:24:59 GMT -5
Lord stafford leans back in his seat. "It is true they are massing men, but to what end Lord Rycherd has not seen fit to share."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 21, 2012 9:45:13 GMT -5
"So he does not feel the need to explain his actions. Next you will tell me the water is wet. Must be nice doing whatever he wants, being the son of the king's aunt and all," said Jaymes and rolled his eyes.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2012 10:12:02 GMT -5
"Watch your tone." Stafford said evenly. "Lord Tyrell is free to do as he pleases...within the Reach. I see no reason for the West to go to war with anyone. And if I did, I am sure you can guess whose head I would be collecting."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 21, 2012 10:46:01 GMT -5
Jaymes studied him briefly. "Of course. But there are other ways to achieve that. Joanna told me about Mareth the Cruel. Why not hire someone to go after him?" he asked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2012 16:51:42 GMT -5
"From what I hear, he is already marked for death by someone far more dangerous than gold can hire. And you do not trust one bought with gold to go after a man of that stature. We would certainly have our war after that, no doubt." He leaned in. "And he is ours to kill, one day."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 22, 2012 6:07:11 GMT -5
"Cassadar," guessed Jaymes after going through a shortlist of dangerous people that couldn't be bought. It was the obvious assumption, given the man's reputation throughout the entire realm. "Very well," he said with a nod, as if his father's promise was assuring enough to drop the matter. "Meanwhile.. is there anything you need me to do?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 12:45:48 GMT -5
"Miller," he says, "I want you to find him and stake his head to the city gates. I have a mercenary hunting him, too, but never trust a man bought with gold when you have one bound by blood."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 22, 2012 13:42:47 GMT -5
"Will do, father," said Jaymes, content to have something to do. Catching Miller wouldn't exactly bring him glory, but he supposed it was a matter of family safety. And pride. He nodded and left.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 22, 2012 14:27:31 GMT -5
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Joanna was in the formidable library of the Lannisters that was built through two stories with plenty of room to get lost between the high cupboards and cases. Of course it wasn't all books, there were numerous of armors and various trophies, jewels and decorative swords in their cases. She was sitting in her usual spot in the corner, by a cozy fireplace, a small leather-bound book of poems in her hand.
She was dressed in a low-cut gown of flowing silk, which was very inappropriate for the season; going out would've meant freezing. Tapping her foot, she flipped the page, not really reading it at all, but waiting.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 14:43:10 GMT -5
After a bit, a large, friendly looking man enters the library, blowing a kiss at the female custodian and sauntering on over to the lady. He looks at her with the same gleam in his eye he always has for the gorgeous lioness, and unconsciously licks his lips before speaking. 'My lady has need of her favorite man's services?" Edward Stann asks, bowing low, flourishing a ridiculously wide-brimmed hat. He also has a dagger in his belt, but it looks too small for his huge hands.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 22, 2012 14:56:07 GMT -5
Joanna looked at the man and set down the book, a smile on her lips. "Hello, Edward," she said in a silky voice, and motioned to the chair opposite her. "Got something for me?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 15:02:00 GMT -5
"Ever so much, if you'd only say yes to a lowly brewer..." he is hardly that, being possibly the richest non-Lannister in the city, but nevermind. "the word on the streets is that the old assassin cassadar is back. This isn't news, of course, except for the fact that is trying to do a little recruiting in Lannisport."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 22, 2012 15:06:08 GMT -5
Still smiling, Joanna pushed a long lock of golden hair over her shoulder, baring it. "Oh, is he? And what is someone interested in joining him supposed to do?" she asked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 22, 2012 15:24:01 GMT -5
"Cause a bunch of chaos, knowing that bastard. He's a dangerous man, worse now, apparently. Got some sort of sorcery on his side." Edward shakes his head. "More than a brewmaster ever wants to face down." Joanna has known him for two years, and still has no idea if he can fight or not. He stares at the trail of her dress with his rude yet worshipful gaze.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 22, 2012 15:31:36 GMT -5
"Sorcery?" she asked, a glint of curiousity in her eyes. If any staring had made her cheeks and collarbone flush with colour a few years back, she was completely used to it now. "I need you to locate someone for me. Owen Miller. He should be in the city. Can you do that for me?" she asked, leaning in a bit.
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