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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 5, 2015 0:25:27 GMT -5
Nicholas turned his palms up and shrugged his shoulders. "There could be more. There may not be. I only knew that one from a run in I had about five months ago in Goldengrove." He looked to her. "So did you have a good night improving our diplomatic standing with the Iron Islands?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 5, 2015 8:14:10 GMT -5
"I will look into it," Amelia responded, before leaning back. "And yes, yes I did, Nicholas. Why, are you jealous?" She smirked. "Fancy a tumble with an Ironborn Prince?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 5, 2015 8:23:24 GMT -5
"Too scrawny for me," he said. "I'd rather fuck the Crowl." He spins his dagger on the table. "The prince did well, all things considered. Not much of a swordsman, but the instinct for killing is there."
//
The next morning the two meet again once tempers have cooled a bit.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 5, 2015 22:48:14 GMT -5
Nick puts a pint of ale on the table and bounces a coin in it waiting for Amelia to arrive. He is shockingly good at such a stupid and pointless task.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 6, 2015 9:01:21 GMT -5
Amelia arrived, watching Nicholas bounce the coin for a bit from where he couldn't see her, then sat down.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 6, 2015 12:17:29 GMT -5
Nick bounces the oin especially hard, playfullt splashing a few drops of ale on her. "Fancy seeing you here, my lady." He orders her a wine and drains his ale, catching the gold on his tongue. "Exciting days here."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 6, 2015 16:08:44 GMT -5
"You're lucky this was a cheap dress," Amelia said, patting at the splashes of ale on her dark grey dress. "And yes, they are, aren't they. So now the Iron Islands are at war with us as well. Delightful."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 6, 2015 18:34:32 GMT -5
"Not so big a concern for now," Nick said. "Though it is easy for me to say, going where I'm going. Now, lord Jaymes, now, him I do not envy. They'll likely try hitting him with a powerful will." He sipped at his wine. "It's better to have them as honest enemies than uncertain allies."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 6, 2015 18:51:50 GMT -5
"A threat to our allies is a thread to us as well, no?" Amelia suggested before sipping at her wine. "I may suggest an alliance with Braavos, though no doubt the king and Prince Benjen have already thought of that."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 7, 2015 5:58:13 GMT -5
Nick shrugs. "Perhaps, though they have little enough to gain right now. They like picking their sides only when they have more to gain than anyone else." He looks to her. 'I'm heading out, this evening. I can take you to the wildfire, if you need such."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 7, 2015 6:04:18 GMT -5
"I suppose time will tell," Amelia responded, looking over the rim of her glass. "And yes, I will come with you part of the way if you can show me to the wildfire."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 7, 2015 10:08:47 GMT -5
"Good," he said. "We leave this afternooon. No sense in waiting." He rises. "I have to go see about a cart."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 7, 2015 10:15:08 GMT -5
"A cart, of course," Amelia says with a smirk. "I will meet you by the gate." With that she rose and left.
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