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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 30, 2012 17:17:20 GMT -5
The vast harbour of Qarth, where thousands of ships dock every day.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 30, 2012 17:17:50 GMT -5
The ship carrying Ami and Danya arrives in Qarth.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 17:43:42 GMT -5
September 30th, 379
The ride was long, hot, and uncomfortable, and the men looked at the two with ever-more-interested eyes. They were surprisingly well mannered though; their captain not a man to betray gold paying travelers, apparently, and they disembark with no issue. Between them they have little gold and silver, and do not speak the language, but the harbor is enormous, not Meereen, but certainly on par with Oldtown or King's Landing.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 30, 2012 17:49:33 GMT -5
"Well, what now, hmmm?" Danya asked her friend a roll of her eyes.
"Oh, quiet you," Ami replied, her eyes scanning the large harbour. "Perhaps we can find someone who speaks our language."
"Are you seri-"
"Come now." Amelia lead the way along the harbour front looking for... well, someone who looked like them.
Observation: 50 Observation: 50
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 18:05:06 GMT -5
+1 to both:
They eventually manage to find a young man and woman, selling goods from White Harbor of all places; silver trinkets, finely wrought, seeming very popular, as Qartheen and people from other lands crowding their stand.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 30, 2012 18:09:32 GMT -5
"Hello there!" Amelia said, approaching the two merchants. "Thank the gods I found you. I am Amelia Royce." She curtsied.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 18:11:46 GMT -5
The man takes a break from his work. "Royce? Nice to meet you. I'm Walther Locke, and this is my wife Molly." The woman smiles at them, but doesn't stop taking money to continue selling. "What in the old gods' abyss brings you out here?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 30, 2012 18:14:06 GMT -5
"Curiosity," Ami said, while Danya turned about to keep her eyes out for anything amiss. "We went to Meereen first but I decided to head even further east. Have you been here long?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 18:16:31 GMT -5
"Two years, near. We like it here well enough, and in a few more years we'll have earned enough money to retire to a comfortable manse in White Harbor. Lord Devan sends us a ship every few months, laden with goods and raw silver, and we craft it, sell it, and send two thirds of the revenue back. The other third is a king's ransom, I say." He regards them. "Curiosity?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 30, 2012 18:18:49 GMT -5
"It sounds you are making a good living out here," Amelia commented. "Yes, well, I very much enjoy traveling and finding more out about other cultures. Though we are a little short on money... do you perchance have any ideas how two young girls can make money here?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 19:41:23 GMT -5
"Well," he says grimly. "There's the obvious answer, but you didn't come out here all this way for that, I hope." He thinks. "Do you speak Qartheen?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 30, 2012 19:42:46 GMT -5
Ami thought a moment, glanced quickly at Danya, before turning back. "I do not, unfortunately... I assume you do? Perhaps you could teach me? I would love to meet whoever was in charge of the city, though my main aim is to go even further east." She grinned. "To Asshai."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 20:17:27 GMT -5
She gets an odd look in return. "Asshai? We went there, once; it was our original destination. I don't recommend it."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 30, 2012 20:20:02 GMT -5
"Oooh, tell me about it!" Amelia said, shifting her dress about to a more comfortable position. "Also, what of other money making opportunities?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 20:26:26 GMT -5
"It's run by some sadist named Emyr. He...doesn't care for foreigners, much. He's building an army to destroy the other cities of the Jade Sea...some say he spent too long in the Shadow to ever really recover." Walther shrugs. "You could work for us, I guess, selling silver. If you don't speak Qartheen or Valyrian or Sothoryon or Asshaiian, there probably isn't too much here that's reasonably honest work. Less you head to the Warlocks and they want you for something...but I don't trust them one whit."
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