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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 20:57:46 GMT -5
Robyn had already said who gave it to her, "Elias Bolton."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 21:01:08 GMT -5
"Isn't he dead?" Terrence said. "I could swear Malryas said he..." his eyes narrow. "Have him sent up. I would like to see him." He stands. "Send for Captain Swiftriver, too."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 21:03:19 GMT -5
Robyn nodded and left to go and get the man.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 7:28:42 GMT -5
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Robyn and Elias enter the solar. Terrence is seated. "Elias Bolton. I'd heard you were dead." The handsome man smiles all handsome-y and bows.
"Rumors of my demise were greatly exaggerated, Your Grace. My brother's sources fed him a stream of misinformation on Cassadar's orders. Or Harrys's. I apologize for showing up so late, but I was unavoidably detained in Volantis, and then I had to head to Dorne in order to ensure your daughter's safety." His voice is low and penitent. Terrence shakes his head a second as though dizzy, then leans back in.
"Where is your brother, anyway? He was scheduled to be here two days ago." Elias shakes his head.
"He found information on Nicholas Snow and set forth to finish him off with two dozen men. I haven't seen him since." The king looks to Robyn, then back to Elias.
"I...see," his voice is a bit strained. "Very well, get word to your brother and tell him his skills are required here." Elias bows.
"Of course, your Grace. I shall send a man right away." Terrence dismisses them. Elias opens the door for Robyn with a smile. "I believe we have a godswood to visit?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 26, 2015 12:51:00 GMT -5
Robyn watched the exchange and thinks that perhaps it would have been a better idea to bring the letter to Benjen instead, if it the exchange was making the king... Dizzy.
She took in the information, assuming there was a lot of things that her father knew that she did not about the history of the man.
"That we do," she said, not bidding farewell to her parents as she left.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 13:01:07 GMT -5
As Robyn walks through the door and Elias leaves behind her, a small drop of blood falls onto the floor.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 26, 2015 15:21:42 GMT -5
Robyn looked down at the spot of blood.
"Is that yours?" She asked, looking up at him confused.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 15:26:34 GMT -5
Elias looks down. "That's odd. I must have cut myself on something." He lifts up his sleeve and looks himself over. "No, not mine."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 26, 2015 15:53:01 GMT -5
Robyn looked confused and then looked to herself, to see if she had cut herself.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 15:57:08 GMT -5
She isn't bleeding, either. That is still a few days away, according to her calendar.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 26, 2015 16:01:56 GMT -5
Even more confused now. "Blood doesn't just.. Appear," she commented obviously. And tried to see where the course might have been, looking up, in case it dropped from the ceiling.
(observation 50)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 16:11:07 GMT -5
As she looks, another drip appears. Elias looks down, confused. He dips his finger in it. "It's wine!" he said with a laugh. "Some drunk must have spilled a bit on me earlier."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 26, 2015 16:17:47 GMT -5
Robyn frowns, and leans down to dip her finger in it too, to see for herself.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 16:24:41 GMT -5
It feels like wine. Not thick enough for blood.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 26, 2015 16:35:50 GMT -5
"How can you not notice when someone spills wine on you?" She asks straightening up, "so... To the Godswood?"
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