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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 28, 2015 17:51:29 GMT -5
"Do you really think it is going to be that simple?" She asked him, looking pointedly. "Do we know where to start looking?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 28, 2015 17:59:10 GMT -5
"We have a map," he said. "But simple isn't the same as easy. I suspect this bastard will have something in store for us."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 28, 2015 18:10:35 GMT -5
"I shall be on my most observant then," Robyn assured him, "when are we leaving?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 28, 2015 18:13:05 GMT -5
He shrugs. "When the boss says so," he points to Amelia, somehow showing off mass amounts of cleavage even in warm clothes.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 30, 2015 9:40:03 GMT -5
Amelia, Danya and a group of men arrived on horses, ready to hunt down the bandit. More surprisingly is the presence of a young man wearing unremarkable clothing and a cloak, a sword at his side. On closer inspection it can be seen that it is Prince Benjen himself.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 30, 2015 10:22:26 GMT -5
Jared, after his chat with Robyn, is eating an apple. He looks at the prince with an amused smile and looks around. "Well, then, I suppose this show is ready."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 30, 2015 10:23:09 GMT -5
"We are waiting for one more," Benjen responded without humour.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 30, 2015 10:25:51 GMT -5
Jared takes the prince's attitude in stride and adopts a more solemn look. He draws his sword twice to make sure the blade isn't sticking to the sheath and double checks his supply of arrows.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 30, 2015 10:42:33 GMT -5
Jaymes Lannister arrived with two of his men, all three of them mostly clad in black, as it to his understanding was supposed to be more of a covert mission. He greeted the prince, Fossoway, and the princess he'd seen upon their arrival, but never actually spoken to. He remembered her by the bruise on her face, mostly. "Shall we go?" he asked.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 30, 2015 10:49:46 GMT -5
"Yes," Benjen responded, motioning for the group to head off.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 30, 2015 11:11:39 GMT -5
the group travels slowly due to the snow and cold, but by nightfall they are at a small village about eleven miles northwest of their target. The town has a rathe rlarge tavern where commoners from miles around come to make merry, and it is busy even in the winter. The men settle in and polish crossbow strings to stop them from cracking. Jared sits alone by the back entrance to the tavern, keeping an eye out for trouble.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 30, 2015 11:27:44 GMT -5
Her own brother didn't even bother to acknowledge she existed. It was just rude. Robyn followed on.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 30, 2015 11:34:06 GMT -5
Benjen had obviously spoken to his sister during the journey because he isn't an asshole.
At the tavern Amelia approached the barman. "Do you have any wines?" She asked, studying the interior of the room.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 30, 2015 11:37:18 GMT -5
'Benjen might wanna remind people of that once in a while,' thought Robyn, 'as an assholish vibe can often be detected'
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 30, 2015 12:10:02 GMT -5
Jaymes made his way to the Stark princess, not wanting to seem rude for not introducing himself. "It struck me that we have not properly met," he said, extending a hand, but obviously did not want to give away any information to whatever other people this dingy tavern might have harboured.
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