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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 20:55:33 GMT -5
"Meats and rices and grains. No potatoes, though. Nowhere to be found on the plain. And lamb." Vhagus nods. "Yes, Cassadar. The great assassin. Works for a man named...white water." He thinks. "Snow, yes, Snow."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 23, 2012 20:58:16 GMT -5
"Snow?" Ami asked, stifling a small burp before finding something resembling a lemon cake and tucking into it. "I always assumed Cassadar was his own man. Have you ever, well, tangled with him?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 21:00:14 GMT -5
"I tell too many secrets for free. It is not my nature." Ami is starting to feel legitimately ill from all the food, as she has not gotten into the fine art of binge eating yet.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 23, 2012 21:02:05 GMT -5
"It seems you cannot say no to a pretty girl," Amelie said, eating one more spoonful of cake before deciding she had had enough. "And what do I have to do to find out more from you, hmmm?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 21:24:30 GMT -5
"I'm not sure. How do you usually get information?" he seems interested in her figure, but he's hardly ogling.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 23, 2012 21:25:54 GMT -5
"I ask nicely," Amelia answered with her most honest smile. "And if that doesn't work, well, then sometimes I lean forward to show off my cleavage. Unfortunately this dress isn't tailored to do so."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 21:30:23 GMT -5
"Unfortunately," Vhagus says in apparent agreement. "Alas, my dealings and associations with the assassin must remain secret then." He pulls another glass of wine, this one a weaker white. "You do ask very nicely, though."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 23, 2012 21:33:55 GMT -5
"How sad," Amelia commented, finishing her second cup of wine and having it refilled again. "Fortunately I will have two months to pester you for information." She giggles.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 21:38:12 GMT -5
He grins. "Well, my lady, if you hadn't noticed, I am not the most popular guest here. I am going to retire to my quarters at the Western Wind. If you would like a drink of truly great wine, I encourage you to stop by anytime."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 23, 2012 21:41:34 GMT -5
"I believe I had already tasted the greatest wine in the world, though I shall take you up on that offer," Ami said, finishing her third cup quickly and licking her lips. "Now?" She grinned, her cheeks red.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 21:44:43 GMT -5
"If it is my lady's wish, I cannot refuse her," he says in his accent. "Please, then." He leads her out to a well-appointed carriage. The lone servant guards the whole thing, and Amelia sees no reason it hasn't been robbed silly in such a dangerous city.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 23, 2012 21:46:36 GMT -5
"Nice," Amelia commented, seeing the carriage. She stepped into it and sat down, crossing her legs again. "I do hope the ride is not too long, and too bumpy? I would not like this food to come back up." She giggled again.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 21:49:03 GMT -5
He smiles and puts his red cloak about her to ward off the chill of the damp coastal night. The ride is smooth and lasts only fifteen minutes. He gets out and offers her a hand out, and she sees his inn is more properly its own small house. He walks her to the door and opens it. 'My humble abode." The inside is anything but; all rare furs and ivory and wines from every corner of the world.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 23, 2012 21:50:30 GMT -5
"Oooohhh, this is simply a gorgeous house!" Ami exclaimed, entering the room unabashed and looking about. She touched the furs and studied the paintings on the wall. "And how do you afford this?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 23, 2012 21:54:19 GMT -5
He gets a sheepish smile. "I fought in enough wars to make an Ironborn tired. It turns out i was good at it. And I'm no longer very welcome in Meereen." He pours two generous glasses of wine, and on first taste Ami can tell this is not for gulping. He takes her cloak off and hangs it up, then offers her a fine cushioned cough while he takes a similar-looking one perpendicular to hers.
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