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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 18:54:47 GMT -5
Robyn gets off her horse not long after arriving, and heads to where some of the Northern men are doing work, and asks if she can help at all.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 4, 2015 18:56:32 GMT -5
"You know how ta patch a roof?" a grizzled old man asks. "The rains are bringing in the rats, decaying the food. Need good roofs."
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 4, 2015 19:35:39 GMT -5
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Benjen goes to find his sister Robyn.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 19:38:21 GMT -5
Robyn is nursing a pair of very sore arms from her manual labour in the city, and was sitting rubbing them, with a book open in front of her.
She looks round at Benjen as he enters. "Hello, brother."
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 4, 2015 19:41:24 GMT -5
"Sister, good to see you," Benjen says upon entry. "I hear you've been doing some manual labour in the city. There must be about a dozen rumours by now." He grinned.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 19:50:25 GMT -5
"I do not care about rumours, Benjen. The small folk have lectured me enough today." She commented, rubbing a hand through her hair. Her clothes were still dirty with clay residue.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 4, 2015 19:56:01 GMT -5
"As I thought," Benjen said with a nod and a smile. "Uh... listen, Robyn. There are two things I wanted to speak to you about."
One hand went to his head, grabbing his hair. He looked a little nervous. "Before you hear it from anyone else, which would be unlikely but... things got a little desperate a while back. It looked dark and... well, I considered an alliance with Vhagus Blackfyre. Use one evil to fight another." He bit his lip, made himself look at his sister. "One idea for an alliance was offering him your hand... that won't be happening though. It was a foolish idea. I just want you to know that... even had I stuck with this idea I would have asked you first if you were alright with it. I would not make you marry any man you did not wish to. Sorry."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 20:04:07 GMT -5
Robyn did not fully glare at him.
"As if happens. Benjen." she said his name very sharply, standing to look at him, "you potentially new bride told me about your plan. It is not the fact that you would sell me to some power mad, dragon riding sorcerer, it is that you have the audacity and stand there and act like you would have asked. We both know, I do not get a say in who I marry. But rest assured, if you had sold me off to him, I would not have been marrying him, because I would have been on a boat as far east as possible, before you had even finished your sentence." Her glare intensified, "And do not think to presume you can arrange my marriage. Our father is not yet dead, or have you forgotten that?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 4, 2015 20:16:18 GMT -5
Benjen shook his head. "I can understand that you don't believe me about letting you have a say in the matter but it is true. I stand by that. There are things we have to do in war that we do not like but I will not let it destroy relations within our family."
His expression became a little more serious. "As for father... he hasn't done much towards the ruling of his kingdom in a while. He is getting older, yes, and his arm does not work. He has left the ruling up to me, so I will rule."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 20:18:35 GMT -5
"You run the war Benjen, even I know there is more to ruling that waving your sword around and barking orders to soldiers," she commented harshly, "you are running one part of the Kingdom."
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 4, 2015 20:23:36 GMT -5
"All there is is war at the moment, sister," Benjen retorted. "When it is done I will return to Eddard's Rest and then father will ask me to deal with matters of peace. Which I will do."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 20:25:53 GMT -5
"Father cannot fight, so he sends you, I do not think he needs you to run the realm for him." she rolled her eyes, she knew better than to think a conversation with her brother ever ended in them not fighting or him telling her to do things. The Dayne envoys leaping to mind.
"Alleviating your conscience was point one... what was point two?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 4, 2015 20:31:17 GMT -5
It seemed no matter what he did, his sister always had a problem with it. "The giants," He said. "At the moment they have clubs, which is all well and good. But I have a better idea."
He nodded to her bow. "I want them to have bows. I have already spoken to the bowyers and fletchers and they are working on making size appropriate bows. I cannot think of anyone better to teach the giants how to shoot."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 20:34:07 GMT -5
"The Giants?" She asked, eyebrows about hitting their hairline, "With a bow?" She laughed then, like she had not laughed in years, "Benjen, I like the giants, they actually seem like rather peaceful creatures, but to use a bow... it is not the same as just waving a sword or a club. You need focus, you need to gage the wind, you need to check the sun, calculate distance. You don't pull the string and hope for the best."
She shook her head, "I can try... But do not blame me, if you are a few giants and one sister short by the end."
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 4, 2015 20:38:23 GMT -5
Benjen was glad she was able to laugh, though mildly annoyed that it was at his idea. "They don't have to be very precise," He said, shaking his head. "Bryce Dayne's host will be large enough that at least a few of them will hit. I understand that it's not very easy - hells, I am terrible with a bow!"
He scratched his beard. "Do as much as you can; if it fails, that's not you, but on me for another... questionable idea. I would like to accompany you however, mainly because I haven't spoken to the giants yet. Everyone keeps mentioned how they are nice..."
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