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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 15:22:23 GMT -5
Quentyn accepted the glass of mead and sipped at it. "I was curious if you'd received the package I sent to you at Lannisport. My man said he left it with Joanna's servants, and I didn't know if they'd forwarded it along."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 15:28:07 GMT -5
"Oh. Yes." She smiled at him and this time it was more genuine. "i am sorry I had not had the chance to thank you in person. I had not thought to find kindness in your people," she confessed. "So you have my deepest thanks, my lord."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 15:29:33 GMT -5
"It was my pleasure. Have you had a chance to peruse the books, yet? Anything of interest?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 15:39:04 GMT -5
"Oh yes," she said eagerly, her face brightening. "The package contained some lovely historical texts. I found a few rather delightful references. Obscure things, mostly, but some details confirmed details that were mere legend or superstition. I learned that-" She broke off in embarrassment. "But I am sure you are not at all interested in scholarly texts, my lord. It must seem like dreadfully dry stuff to someone who spends his life at sea."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 15:53:55 GMT -5
"That's an awfully pleasant way of calling me an illiterate pirate." He replied, doing his best to look insulted.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 15:58:15 GMT -5
Morgan giggled. "I never called you illiterate, my lord." She sipped the sweet, spiced mead. "I thought rather that your own life is so full of adventure that you hardly need to read about other people's adventures. A noble lady's life is rather dull, so I like to lose myself in the old tales. My mother says that's wicked and undutiful but I feel at home with books, you know?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 16:13:05 GMT -5
"I'm not sure I do. I did enough reading to learn my letters as a child, and little more since then. But I do enjoy a good adventure story. Torgon the Latecomer, Balon Coldwind, Harras Stumphand, Asha Wolfkiller. Suppose that's all history is, really. The stories good enough to stick around."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 16:16:48 GMT -5
"Yes." She didn't know who some of these heroes were but she knew what he meant so she smiled anyway. "Every kingdom has its own heroes and villains and its own legends. I am, of course, especially interested in the legends of the Westerlands. Your people and mine have gone to war many times. Dare I hope we will be at peace for many years to come?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 16:23:28 GMT -5
"That is the intention. We have nothing to gain from war with the West. There will be some marriages, peace will be sealed, and I will get to kill some Reachmen."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 16:26:06 GMT -5
"Ah. In that I cannot fault you, after what the Tyrells have done. A noble goal, indeed. I begin to believe I can look favourably upon your people. Yet when I was a little girl, my old nurse would say "Be good or the Ironmen will get you." I wonder, what do your people threaten naughty children with?" She smiled very innocently.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 16:31:31 GMT -5
Quentyn chuckled. "We prefer positive reinforcement. Be good, and you'll grow up big and strong, and get to steal a pretty Western girl one day."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 16:35:06 GMT -5
She laughed. "Oh, now I don't believe that. Everyone has their monster to threaten children with. And you could hardly tell that to the Ironborn girls, anyway."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 16:40:10 GMT -5
His face turned a bit more somber. "You're not wrong. We're told that the Storm God will drag us out to sea, and we'll never make it home, nor see the Drowned God's halls." He shuddered. "But that's just a story. As opposed to the pretty Western girls, who clearly are more than that."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Apr 5, 2015 16:44:10 GMT -5
She blushed and shrugged. "There are beautiful women all over the world, my lord. I am sure you have beautiful women on the Iron Islands too. Not that I have ever met a woman of your people. Do they captain their own ships?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 5, 2015 16:51:37 GMT -5
"Some, yes. I mentioned Asha Wolfkiller, earlier? Sister to the most recent King Theon. At the Battle of Barrowton, she fought through dozens of Northerners to win back the King's body, after he was killed. And she was already old, by then. She'd had a long life of reaving before that."
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