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Post by Marlow on Mar 26, 2015 20:58:21 GMT -5
"All were unworthy when the dragons came. A foreign enemy unlike anything we had ever seen, nobody had time to prepare. A mouse can kill a wolf with surprise if it eats through the eye. When we knew what enemy we faced, the dragons fell with their masters. If you know your enemy, and your enemy knows you, it is a matter of who is the better man. If you know your enemy, but they do not know you, the better man is already decided. The Targaryens never knew what lay in the hearts of Westeros' men." Harwyn leaned back in his seat, drinking from his cup slowly this time.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 26, 2015 21:45:46 GMT -5
Giovanda laughs loudly "You say a dragon is a mouse? Or the wolf? I sorry, this language not my first. And your people the mice, so timid and small? I thought it was, what was it, those northern men who were the wolves. And though my westerosi history is bad, I do not recall your people killing dragons in great numbers. In fact, it is only within the last century you have gained freedom from them yes? My people however... " Giovanda's face gets hard "Dragons can die. We Braavosi know this better than any. Though your chance may be upon you if you sail to the south. The Targaryens have dragons, maybe we can see what you can do against them, no?"
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Post by Marlow on Mar 26, 2015 21:53:09 GMT -5
"Dragons can die, yes, and then the men that rode them are nothing but rodents. The Targaryen are the mice, nothing but minor lords in the time of Valyria and even less without their dragons." Harwyn smiled as he leaned forwards again, pulling out his axe and setting it on his lap. "You are not paying me to fight Targaryens or dragons, though. We will kill this Entel Moray and work from there."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 26, 2015 22:16:58 GMT -5
Giovanda's lips quirk at the sight of the axe "Ah, if I were but two decades younger I would match you in the desire for combat. Those were the good days for me, simple. Now things are so complicated. Will your men be able to move out immediately, or will it take time for you to gather them? Or are you participating in this... what do you westerosi call it? This competition?"
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Post by Marlow on Mar 26, 2015 23:02:01 GMT -5
"We'll leave as soon as you can take us. There will be more tournaments, perhaps one I care about, even a little." Harwyn smiled placed his axe back in it's sling, offering his hand to the man. "Pleasure doing business."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 26, 2015 23:06:51 GMT -5
The man'll rise and take his hand "Just so. We'll leave within the week. Maybe others will desire a chance at the south."
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