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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 19, 2012 18:31:36 GMT -5
"Aye, but your house is new enough that you won't grow complacent like some of the lords with old names," Ragnar said, winking. "I'll need to get my own wife with child, I suppose. Though that's pleasurable enough."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Nov 19, 2012 18:34:30 GMT -5
"Certainly is. If I'm lucky, there's one of my own on the way already. But best to keep working at it." Quentyn replies, before taking a drink. "Any idea as to why we've all been called here?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 19, 2012 18:48:28 GMT -5
"Not at all. I'd imagine it's not just some feast or other. Our king isn't really the type to just do that. At least I don't think so. I think something's up."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Nov 19, 2012 18:50:34 GMT -5
"That's what I thought as well. Any insults from the other kingdoms serious enough to lead to war that you've heard of?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 19, 2012 19:02:06 GMT -5
"A few," Ragnar said. "The greenlanders gave us trouble at Mason's Keep over a matter of a kidnapping, but it turns out somebody set out to frame us. Otherwise...they say some northman kidnapped Harlaw's daughter. Your wife's elder sister."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Nov 19, 2012 19:12:08 GMT -5
"Ah, yes, Lyanna's father did mention that. Care to shed any light on the matter, dear?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 19, 2012 19:14:59 GMT -5
"No idea. I haven't seen Reyna in years. She's lived in Casterly Rock for a long time." Lyanna shrugs. It's apparent she hasn't given the matter any serious thought. "Father is probably overreacting. He likes to do that."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Nov 19, 2012 19:19:05 GMT -5
"Still, stealing the daughter of the Lord Captain of the Iron Fleet...it wouldn't surprise me if that had something to do with this. I'm just surprised that Harlaw didn't mention anything to me. But then he can be rather terse."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 19, 2012 19:19:45 GMT -5
"No doubt," Ragnar agreed. "But I've no idea why else we might be summoned here. Nothing good, I'd wager."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 19, 2012 19:22:55 GMT -5
Hannah Drumm, dressed in her finest and the envy of most of the men present, strides to her husband. "Why, my lord, I had no idea you'd returned. Come to join in the battle?" she asks. She kisses him on the lips. She is also visibly pregnant.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 19, 2012 19:32:08 GMT -5
He kissed her hard. He was grinned when he moved his face back, but he linked his fingers to her.
"What battle would that be, my sweet? You haven't drowned our servants, I hope?"
He still grinned to show he was teasing.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 19, 2012 19:33:37 GMT -5
"Why, the reason for the summons," she said. "King Euric apparently has an alliance proposal from a man of power."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Nov 19, 2012 19:44:00 GMT -5
Quentyn listens to all of this intently, not butting in.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Nov 19, 2012 19:51:46 GMT -5
"Who would what be?" Ragnar asked Hannah. "If you have any notion."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 19, 2012 19:55:09 GMT -5
"That's what this meeting about. No name I've heard of. Vhagus or something." she shrugs. "Apparently he has quite the army."
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