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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 29, 2012 16:24:19 GMT -5
A nice tavern small but it feels homely
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 29, 2012 17:13:45 GMT -5
Cassandra enters the inn, she smiles and goes over to sit by the fire. She looks around and waits for the wine to arrive, she looks to see if anyone is worth bothering to talk too.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 29, 2012 18:01:22 GMT -5
She sees a few handfuls of people, some of whom speaking in the Valyrian of the Free Cities. They seem to be a group of sellswords.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 29, 2012 18:06:18 GMT -5
She blinks and gets up. She speaks in Volantene. "Excuse me sers..." She sounds hesitant.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 29, 2012 19:19:36 GMT -5
They look at her. "Yes?" They note her looks, then think again. "Take a seat." There are four of them, in green-tinted clothing, with green scabbards.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 29, 2012 19:30:51 GMT -5
She blinks remembering the light show. She sits. "May I ask who you are?" She smiles.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 29, 2012 19:32:03 GMT -5
"We're part of the Valyrian guard, King Sirius's shock troops." They shrug. "Most of us are from elsewhere, though."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 29, 2012 19:35:22 GMT -5
She smiles. "I am Cassandra of Volantis. What are you gentlemen doing in this little tavern?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 29, 2012 19:36:29 GMT -5
"Drinking, and heavily, after a tour on the frontier. Fighting the Ghiscari for a year takes a lot out of a man, after all."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 29, 2012 19:37:16 GMT -5
She smiles. "I bet that can be tough. How goes the effort?" She asked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 29, 2012 19:40:19 GMT -5
"The usual. The region is so bloody plants don't barely grow there anymore. Who are you?" the apparent leader asks her. "You certainly aren't from around here."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 29, 2012 19:42:52 GMT -5
"I am many things. A Red Priestess, and an Ambassador from Westeros." She says with a smile. "I hope that does not bother you or your men."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 29, 2012 19:46:35 GMT -5
"Red gods, blue gods, green gods...the ones we follow are gold." He shrugs. "And worshipping them answers more prayers than any other colored one."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 29, 2012 20:10:17 GMT -5
She nods. "What does the Gold tell you to do now?" She asked. "I am sure you are well paid for your times in war."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 29, 2012 21:27:32 GMT -5
"Well enough. It keeps ale in our bellies and food in our stomachs, and the other pleasures too."
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