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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 23, 2015 17:16:00 GMT -5
He can find women and ale and food, for sure. And he certainly has the coin required at the moment. Ransoms paid out well this campaign.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 23, 2015 21:43:25 GMT -5
"Oiy, Barkeep. A round of your best ale right here. And some chicken..." Korben said as he took a seat and smiled, "Been a while since I've had chicken."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 24, 2015 4:42:49 GMT -5
It's done. "You at Highgarden, then?" the man said. "heard it was a hell of a fight."
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 25, 2015 12:34:32 GMT -5
"Aye. I was there in taking it, and holding it..." Korben said as he took a drink of his ale, enjoying the taste after so long apart with a grim smile, "Hell's a good way to put it, but we won." He said as he raised his mug again, taking down another big gulp.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 25, 2015 13:46:45 GMT -5
"All you can damned ask for." The man said. "Supposedly that Stark prince is collecting men with the king to head back to the Marches to shove a sword up ole vultures ass."
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 26, 2015 12:56:37 GMT -5
"Is that so?" Korben asked with a smirk, "Well, about time someone started kicking dorne's arse. Hope I get a piece of that action." he said as he took a bite of the chicken leg, tearing and chewing and enjoying the salty taste.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 13:11:55 GMT -5
"Yea," the man said. "Kelli, give the vet here a good night for his sacrifices. He's a genuine war hero, here." A pretty woman of perhaps thirty, with large assets and a bright smile, comes to take the man's hand.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Apr 26, 2015 23:49:05 GMT -5
Korben watched the young women kelli come over and take his hand, Korben smiling as he rose from his seat slowly and setting aside his food and drink, "Well now..." he said with a smirk, "there's some action I'd like a piece of anytime..." he muttered to himself as he followed kelli towards the rooms upstairs, feeling most good about this.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 5:09:16 GMT -5
Korben's good feelings are vindicated, for once.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 12, 2015 15:28:49 GMT -5
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Morgan arrived at the alehouse with two guards. She knew that a tavern was as good a place as any to hear rumours and ask questions. She had dressed plainly but her clothing was clearly of good quality and her bearing was that of a lady. She strode up to the bar.
"Excuse me," she said, politely, trying to catch someone's attention. "I'm looking for a man named Gavriel. Can you help me?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 15:30:47 GMT -5
The bartender looks her over. "Yea, you'd be his type. Top floor. The guards stay down here. He pays good gold for privacy."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 12, 2015 15:44:01 GMT -5
Morgan gasped. "I beg your pardon! I'm not a...whore! I have a message for him, from Maester Rayland."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 18:05:30 GMT -5
"Whore is a nasty word. We use friend here." The barkeep shrugs. "Messenger or lover, you go up alone."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 13, 2015 10:03:03 GMT -5
Morgan frowned and looked to her guards.
"Stay here but come at once if you hear me call for you." She turned back to the barkeep. "I'll go. then. And my apologies for the misunderstanding."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 13, 2015 10:10:28 GMT -5
The barkeep shrugs. Gavriel's door is open and a young woman with a short sword is sitting near it. She eyes the noblewoman. "Business?"
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