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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 13:05:54 GMT -5
The river has ice surrounding its edges but the middle flows unfrozen still. A young man is walking along the path and smiles at her as he passed. He is trailed by a pretty young woman and a child. It seems a nice day for a family walk on the walls. After a few more seconds, across the river, she sees four men stalking to a tent. They are heavily armed, swords and maces and crossbows. They look distinctly unfriendly.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 25, 2015 17:08:36 GMT -5
Joanna nodded at the people in passing, deeming the day far too cold to be smiling outside. Or perhaps she just couldn't be bothered. She looked at the men with mild interest, trying to make out their sigil.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 17:30:01 GMT -5
They have no sigil. They kick in the walls of the tent. A few minutes later they leave it, cursing. She can't hear what they are saying but clearly they did not get what they wanted.
While she watches, a tall thin man and a man in a black apple walk by. The tall man greets the woman in a warm manner. "M'lady, pleasant day."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 25, 2015 17:46:19 GMT -5
"And to you," she said after giving them a brief glance. Then, she turned to them again. "Do either of you sers happen to know who these men might be?" she asked, motioning at the four ill-tempered men below.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 17:54:04 GMT -5
The tall man's eyes widen. The one-eye's doesn't. "Those sons of bitches are ruining my tent!" he roars. The one eye claps him on the shoulder. "It's fine, Carl, they are probably just innocently robbing you." Carl looks to him, then to the lady.
"I'm going to go get some men and fuck them up." The one eye shrugs as the tall man runs off. He turns back to Joanna.
"Carl's an excitable fellow, but he means well." He extends a hand. "Jared Fossoway."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 26, 2015 7:27:08 GMT -5
"If it was his tent, I'd say he was not being exactly unfair," said Joanna, looking the man in his..eye. She reached out her gloved hand as well. "Joanna Lannister," she said. "What brings you up here? It can't be the view."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 7:34:12 GMT -5
He has a green eye. His scar is fascinatingly ugly, though mostly covered by the black patch over it. "Congratulations on your upcoming nuptials," he offered gallantly. "I come up here often to practice my harp," he motions to the bag slung over his back. "The smallfolk like hearing it. A cheap way to lighten their lives, I think. And, frequently the view is...splendid." Down below, Carl and a half dozen men are running to the tent. The other men swear and flee. "Thieves are like stray dogs," he offered, commenting on the sight. "And also, I need to think. I have been hired for a task and I am unsure on how to best proceed in accomplishing it."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 26, 2015 8:23:10 GMT -5
Joanna returned to looking at the tent as he spoke. In her expeirence, minstrels were often more trouble than they were worth. "That is quite true," she said, giving him an unreadable side glance as his comment was strangely close to her situation. "I once knew a thief who stole something from me. A stray dog indeed," she mused, pausing for a while so they both stood listening to the river flowing below them. Then, she smiled at him. "What kind of task might that be? Perhaps I can help you figure it out. I am quite good at that, or so I've been told."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 9:33:14 GMT -5
"I imagine you are, my lady," he said. "I've been hired by a..man to hunt down a notorious outlaw." He brushes his short brown hair forward. "And I have heard he's some sort of wizard. I don't know anything about hunting wizards, but if I fininsh my job I am back in my king's good graces. It is not," he said, "the right time to be a Reachman up here."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 26, 2015 9:47:47 GMT -5
"A wizard?" She raised an eyebrow, regarding sorcerers the way anyone who'd never met one must have - with prejudice and a tad of skepticism. "I know of Bryce Dayne, and have heard of few others, although I do not know their names," she confessed. "But I doubt anyone would be as foolish to send one man to deal with him, especially now. Who might you be talking about?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 9:57:02 GMT -5
Jared just shakes his head. "It's a bit awkward, m'lady," he said. "His name is Nick Snow. My employer thought, well, you might be able to help me." He shifts nervously from foot to foot. Joanna had heard the nickname he had acquired. "And I will find friends."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 26, 2015 12:52:18 GMT -5
Joanna took a deep breath, looking unimpressed. "So us meeting here was not as by chance as it seemed at first," she said. "Your employer told you that Nick Snow is a wizard? And who, might I ask, is your employer?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 13:10:33 GMT -5
Jared scratches his neck uncomfortably. "I apologize for the minor deception. I suppose that you are marrying the heir to the north so you can be privy to some of his secrets. Malryas Bolton hired me because of my...well, previous work in that area. I don't know the man personally, but he claims that this Snow has some sort of magic weapon he plans on wielding against the kingdom. Personally, I find the claim likely a load of bull....uh, begging my lady's pardon, poppycock, but you can't be too careful, not if he really has sorcery."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 26, 2015 13:30:24 GMT -5
"And he told you I could help you? Why, I wonder, is that?" she asked with a dangerously sweet smile.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 13:39:40 GMT -5
"no, coming to you was my idea," he said. "So far as I know, you're the only person who has seen him and lived. Also...you have motivation to want him caught, right?" Jared bows. "If I have caused grave offense I apologize."
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