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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 2, 2012 22:03:59 GMT -5
The famous Iron Bank of Braavos. Here, vast fortunes are lent and repaid. It is often said that "the Iron Bank will have its due."
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 2, 2012 22:29:46 GMT -5
Arania began her quest to find out more about the infamous Cassadar. She had sat for a long time, thinking over where she might find information, and at long last decided to seek it from the men of the Iron Bank. Perhaps the man had outstanding debts.
She and her retinue of guards made their way through the streets until they reached their destination. She had dressed to look important, like someone meant to be there, in a gown of slate silk with sleeves of sheer lace. A few jewels took up residence in her hair and on her neck, remnants of the gaudy things Amelia had procured for her. She entered with her head high and waited for someone to help her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 22:33:04 GMT -5
She is immediately waved to a desk, where the desk worker asks in Braavosi, then Westerosi, what language she would like to communnicate in. He is small and nervous-looking, brown haired, and slightly phlegmy.
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 3, 2012 1:31:04 GMT -5
She looked down at him, not entirely surprised to find herself nearly a whole head taller. "Westerosi, if you don't mind." She smiled charmingly at the clerk.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 3, 2012 7:27:02 GMT -5
"And what would you like, m'lady?" He says in his mousy voice. His right hand jitters oddly every now and again.
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 3, 2012 12:20:06 GMT -5
"Information," she said, pleasantly. "Do you think someone could speak with me about such things?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 3, 2012 18:27:54 GMT -5
"Of course I could," he says. "I am Varys Marreo. It's so nice to meet you...Lady..?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 3, 2012 18:45:36 GMT -5
"Lady Arania Hightower. I am pleased to make your acquaintance as well, Master Marreo. Is there somewhere a little more private we could speak? The information I seek is of a sensitive nature."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 3, 2012 18:53:27 GMT -5
He stares at her a second and nods, recognizing the family name, at least. "Of, of course, m'lady Hightower. To my office."
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 3, 2012 19:02:30 GMT -5
(a very presumptuous tag)
She followed him to the office, settling into a chair opposite his desk there. "So as bot to waste your no doubt valuable time, I'll get straight to the point. I seek information on the assassin Cassadar. Anything you could tell me would be of use."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 3, 2012 19:04:16 GMT -5
The small man blinks. "Cassadar? You're...hunting him?" He looks her over with a new light. "Do you hate your life so much, my lady? He is a very dangerous man."
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 3, 2012 19:07:24 GMT -5
"Not personally, no, but people close to me are. People with influence and armies who stand a much better chance than I. I am familiar with the danger involved."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 3, 2012 19:15:58 GMT -5
He swallows. "What can you pay?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 3, 2012 19:31:38 GMT -5
"Pay?" Arania feigned surprise. Of course, the wealthiest bank in the world did not get that way by giving anything for nothing. "So you must have information of a very useful sort, then?"
(charm)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 3, 2012 19:55:17 GMT -5
Charm=136 Opposed: 81
"Err...we know stuff, yes. But, it could get me fired...or killed, m'lady. Cassadar doesn't take well to interlopers." He wrings his hands together.
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