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Post by Lord Rykker on Dec 18, 2012 14:46:54 GMT -5
Headquarters of the shipwrights who handle most of the construction of boats in the city.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Dec 18, 2012 14:48:09 GMT -5
Uhtred entered the simple hall, looking about at the numerous trappings of wealth that adorned these walls. They were a proud bunch, though it was up to air whether they deserved to be. Uhtred asked for a meeting with one of the master shipwrights.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 18, 2012 20:23:20 GMT -5
"And who the hell are you?" The man who met him asked, a stunted little fellow who was nevertheless strong looking.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Dec 18, 2012 20:27:08 GMT -5
Uhtred offered his hand "Commodore of the Iron Titans, Uhtred Farwynd. Have about ten ships out there in the blackwater needing refitting. You are?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 18, 2012 20:31:23 GMT -5
"Oh, think I saw you come in. Nice vessels," The man said, already showing more respect, shaking his hand. "Dustin's the name, I can take you to one of the master shipwrights if you like. He's a snooty fucker but got a good head."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Dec 18, 2012 20:36:43 GMT -5
Uhtred laughed "I'll take his attitude if he can give me the skills I need. Lead on. How long you been working with ships?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 18, 2012 20:43:56 GMT -5
"Night on twenty years now, the only thing I love apart from the wife," Dustin says, leading Uhtred through a heavy oaken door into a well furnished chamber, tons of maps on tables.
A stick thin man with an extravagant moustache stood over those maps. "Mmmyeees?" He asked, eyeing Uhtred.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Dec 18, 2012 21:02:19 GMT -5
Uhtred stuck out his hand again "Commodore Farwynd, at your service. I have about ten boats I need refitting, sails, ropes, the whole deal. I was looking for some workers to take a crack at them. Most of em are normal sized, but I have a galleon I'd like an experienced crew to work on, and they tell me this is where to go if you're looking for experience."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 18, 2012 21:07:50 GMT -5
"This is where you come if you have money," The man said, not shaking the hand. "And darest I say, you do not strike me as a fabulously rich man, mmhhyees?"
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Post by Lord Rykker on Dec 18, 2012 21:13:15 GMT -5
Uhtred took from his side the bag of gold he had collected from Oriax. It was enough to buy ten warships if he had a mind too, but he carefully laid out a tenth of it on the table over the map of Westeros. "Looks aren't everything laddy"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 18, 2012 21:15:30 GMT -5
"Laddy?" The man said, raising an eyebrow that looked much like his moustache. "I will charge you double for that insult. Leave your money here and the men will come with you."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Dec 18, 2012 21:20:09 GMT -5
"S'not a insult mate" Uhtred looked helplessely at Dustin "Just trying to be civil."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 18, 2012 21:20:58 GMT -5
"Pay or leave," The man said, his moustache bristling ever so slightly. Like he was a cat.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Dec 18, 2012 21:37:32 GMT -5
Uhtred gestured to the money on the table "All yours sir"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 18, 2012 21:38:12 GMT -5
"Good." The man said, nodding for Dustin to gather the men. "Your ships will be fitted like they never have been before."
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