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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 17:06:56 GMT -5
Infirmary at Riverrun, where people who are sick can go to get better.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 17:07:24 GMT -5
Robyn went down to the infirmary to try and find Warrick, to see if he was still where she had left him when he was unconscious.
When she arrived and looked to see if he was still there and had not gone back to wherever he would be staying for the wedding.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 17:28:57 GMT -5
Warrick is sleeping on a cot. He is bandaged up and looks like he's been bleeding pretty badly.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 17:35:30 GMT -5
Robyn approached the cot on which he slept and looked down at him for a second.
She looked round for any of the healers, and approached the closest one.
"Good day," she greeted, "That man over there... he is going to recover, yes?" she motioned towards the sleeping form of the man she knew as Warrick.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 17:39:39 GMT -5
"Oh, yes, m'lady," the man says. "He is just concussed. Sleep will help."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 17:47:23 GMT -5
"Good, good." robyn said, pausing slightly, stepping away for a second, stepping back. She looked round, as if making sure he was really sleeping.
"you don't happen to know who he is, do you?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 17:50:24 GMT -5
"Lars Glover," the man says. "Some goofy mercenary." While they talk, a rakishly handsome man with blond hair and greyish eyes walks in. He looks around like he's lost. "Can I help you?" the friendly healer asks. The man looks at him.
"Isn't this the tourney sign up?" The healer looks about.
"Is that a serious question?" The man shakes his head and storms out.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 18:12:36 GMT -5
No wonder the man lied about his name Robyn thought, then looked at the man who entered. "Make sure he gets whatever he needs when he wakes up," Robyn instructed the healer, and then took off after the handsome man.
"The sign up is outside the castle, in a tent," Robyn called after him when she has exited the infirmary for the corridor.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 18:13:47 GMT -5
"Oh, good," he said. "I thought I'd missed it. Some guy gave me horrible directions." He smiles at her and extends a hand. "I'm Elias Bolton."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 18:25:31 GMT -5
"Well there are a lot of people here who don't know the castle... or perhaps he was threatening you," Robyn said smiling back and taking the man's hand to shake.
"Robyn," she left of her house name, as she often did. made things awkward when people realised she was a princess from the start, people treat you differently.
"Would you like me to show you?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 18:31:24 GMT -5
"Certainly, Princess," he said. "Forgive me, my brother is the Master of Whisperers, so...you know, knowing Robyn Stark, the beauty of Eddard's Rest, is part of my job." He kisses her hand rather than shake it. "Will you fire your bow in honor of the weddings?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 18:39:07 GMT -5
"It wasn't he who directed you was it?" She asked, raising her eyebrow at the blatant flattery, "because that may be a cause for some concern" She meant it in good nature.
"I was actually thinking about giving this one a miss," she admitted, wanting to keep a bit more of a low profile after the incident. "What will you be signing up for?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 18:43:02 GMT -5
"Just archery," he said. "I only use a sword when I'm actually fighting. Which isn't often." He thinks a moment, then his eyes rise. "Oh, yes, I have something for you...damn, where is it? I left it in my tent." He leans in. "I was in Dorne, recently, and I came across a mutual friend."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 25, 2015 18:47:52 GMT -5
"I do not have any friends in Dorne," Robyn said, Meera was her sister and did not count. He replied was cordial, if not a bit terse now. "Let alone anyone who would wish to give me something.. who is it from?" she asked, and started to walk towards the Tourney sign up outside the castle.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 18:50:10 GMT -5
"From Meera," he said. "A letter." He followed her to the tourney tent.
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