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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 8, 2015 18:21:33 GMT -5
"Yours," he said. "He said a true reaper must have his trusty scythe by his side. To thresh the golden waves of grain."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 8, 2015 18:23:59 GMT -5
"Perfect." he revealed his sharkish smile. "It will be an honor to be one of the few that has seen you at work in the fields and lived to tell the tale."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 8, 2015 18:27:08 GMT -5
"The reapers live through the harvest by consuming the grain," Menion said. "It is ripened and yellow and tall and the barn is empty." He grins, an awful sight. "It is always harvest season for me."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 8, 2015 18:41:50 GMT -5
"Aye, we may not sow, but we shall certainly reap." he agreed, raising his ale in toast. "To a fine harvest!"
Killion drained his ale, hoping there would be less unsettling company in the next 27 bars he planned to visit that day.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 8, 2015 19:46:49 GMT -5
After finishing his drink with Menion and visiting a few more bars, Killion makes his way to Ser Clarence Blackwall's galley. The men had come up together in their youth, the prince only a few years the beast of a man's junior,
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 8, 2015 19:50:18 GMT -5
The Galleon is a rowdy place, full of laughing and booze. Killion has never seen such debauchery outside the sack of a city...and it's Wednesday. He can't even find the damned knight.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 8, 2015 20:16:08 GMT -5
The prince joins in, taking part in the debauched revelry, figuring the Iron Pubcrawl could be attempted again another day. It was a fine change of pace from the pompous affair he had attended in Riverrun.
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