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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 9:24:31 GMT -5
An enormous collection of vendors from all the world. The Market is spread over six separate but connected islands.
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 2, 2012 14:49:08 GMT -5
"Learning to fiddle," he joked. "Lord Devan was studying naval tactics under Admiral Arsenius Faol, as part of the North's alliance with Braavos. In turn, we were helping train some of their swordsmen in the art of using Westerosi style weapons, which are more suited to the battlefield than their bravo blades." "Have you always been so good with the sword, then? Even as a squire? You aren't a knight, though, are you?" She spoke with him easily, even as her eyes roamed greedily over her surroundings. As they came upon the Market, she stopped talking suddenly, staring at the huge expanse of stalls and vendors, permanent and temporary. It smelled of spices and seawater and several things she could not recognize. "Well, you were right. It's enormous."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 14:56:26 GMT -5
"I'm not bowing to any statue," he chuckled. "Yes, I was always good with a sword. It did wonders for my arrogance growing up, I fear. If it weren't for Lord Rickon I should fear I would be unbearable right now." He leads her to a cafe, heated by three wood stoves, and sits down. A pretty server comes to take their order. "What are you hungry for, love? Best seafood and beef in Braavos."
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 2, 2012 15:20:04 GMT -5
"Surprise me. You know I like to try new things," she said with a smile. "I'd like to meet Lord Rickon. You and Benjen both have told me quite a bit about him." She made a face suddenly, and laughed. "He promised me a book, your cousin did, and I never got it. I'll be sure to hound him about it if I see him again."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 15:24:10 GMT -5
Kalvin chuckled. "That sounds like him. An interesting man, now. So unbelievably useless with a sword when he first came to Winterfell, hard to believe how he's turned out. Read too many books, to be honest." He orders something in Braavosi; his was side of beef with garlic and greens, she heard, but she had no idea what the word he used for hers was. "Lord Rickon will be happy to meet you, see I've settled down with a proper lady. His actual children are all passed, I'm sure you've heard, and my father, so three generations separate us."
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 2, 2012 15:41:03 GMT -5
"No such thing as too many books!" She grinned. "Whatever did you order? Some beef and...? I'm almost worried now!"
"Three generations." She shook her head. "He is terribly old, isn't he? I don't think my father will see his grandchildren, but how must it be to watch all the young ones go?" She looked toward the stoves, seeing the air above them shimmer in the intense heat that radiated from them.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 2, 2012 15:52:09 GMT -5
A short distance away, Ragnar Drumm was browsing over a store of old books in various languages. After a while he picked up a yellowed tome written in the Common Tongue.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 16:26:39 GMT -5
"I'd rather not think of it. Most of them haven't gone pleasantly, either, just my great aunt Helda, who died on old age...at fifty seven. None of the others ever made forty, I don't think." He makes a face. "Not the most comforting thought." The server comes back with a delicious steak for him...and a breaded and fried creature with tentacles for her. "Ibbenese squid," he says, "a true delicacy."
ooc: Arania can recognize Drumm from the Saltcliffe fight, but Kal's never met him.
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 2, 2012 16:47:06 GMT -5
She made a face at it. "It looks absolutely horrifying. Do they really eat such things?" She looked enviously at his steak. "Very well then, I said I'd try anything." She cut into it, and took a tentative bite. Aside from the somewhat rubbery texture, it was pretty good. "Not bad, though its very hard to look at." After that, she ate more, hungrier than she had thought she was. Her eyes scanned the room, noting people from everywhere. One looked oddly familiar. "Kalvin, I think I know that man. The one with the books. I think its one of the Ironborn, who helped fight off the Limper. Odd, an Iron Islander poring over books..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 17:00:40 GMT -5
Kalvin looks curious, having never actually heard the full story himself. "He helped kill that Saltcliffe man, then? It's odd enough seeing one of them here...and by that sword, he must be Lord Drumm." His steak tastes even better than it smells.
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 2, 2012 17:06:50 GMT -5
"No, Saltcliffe wasn't killed. I broke his leg though, with a mace. And Blackwall cut off a few choice bits. He might have died later, if infection set in." She still hadn't decided to be disgusted by or proud of her actions. "We should say hello. Perhaps he will tell us why he's here."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 17:15:01 GMT -5
Kalvin finishes his steak and grins. "A creative way to get out of eating a perfectly good squid," he notes. He grabs his ale. "Well then, lead on. He'll think I'm here to kill him, I'm sure."
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 2, 2012 17:30:59 GMT -5
Arania looked at her plate. "I ate some of it. It's just...like I said, hard to look at." She got to her feet and led him toward the table where Lord Drumm sat alone. "Uh, are you Lord Drumm?" she smiled at him brightly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 17:35:50 GMT -5
Kalvin takes the remainder of the squid and munches it. That shit is expensive.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 2, 2012 17:37:19 GMT -5
Ragnar looked over at Arania and Kalvin.
"I am he. You are the young lady I rescued from the Limper. The Hightower girl, if I remember rightly? I do not know your companion."
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