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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 7:51:44 GMT -5
Ser Garen's lip curls into a half-sneer, but he bows nonetheless. "You can meet your sister there, then," he said. "I am sure she'll be glad to see you." Silence takes over that portion of the hall at the words. Nick rises and quietly walks to a few steps behind the man, tapping his finger on a dagger hilt and raising an eyebrow at the prince for permission.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 7:58:10 GMT -5
Benjen raises his hand to signal for Nick to not commit murder at a feast.
"It will be good to see my sister again. Ser Garen, I hope you enjoy the rest of the feast. If you wish to finish this conversation one day you need only ask." He gave a wolflike grin. Don't fuck with the Starks.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 8:01:35 GMT -5
Nick shrugs, and the dagger vanishes back into his cloak somewhere. Ser Garen looks at the prince. "I am sure we shall. We have much to discuss." He goes to pass by Ellaria, probably to make some snarky comment, but the wolfling bastard gets in his way. Ser Garen isn't entirely clear on who he is, but realizes that he doesn't have a sword and if the man before him doesn't kill him, the stronger man who never leaves his valyrian sword behind and is only fifteen feet away surely will. The Dayne procession exits shortly thereafter.
Nick approaches the pair. "I'll go to this wedding in your stead, Prince Benjen," he offers. "You cannot trust that...unpleasant man to not kill you there. He has it in him, you know. You're far too valuable." He nods politely to Joanna. "And you also."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 8:09:01 GMT -5
Benjen's eyes followed Ser Garen out of the hall before he looked upon Nicholas. "How do we know you'll make it back? Sending my bastard brother would be quite an insult, and while I am not against insulting Bryce Dayne I am not sure how you or Meera will make it out of there."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Apr 3, 2015 8:10:32 GMT -5
"I think you'll find your brother here has a lot of nerve, showing up to this wedding" she told Benjen, giving Nick the cold shoulder on purpose. "Which makes him a perfect man for the job."
Jaymes, who had just arrived and was seated next to Joanna, tried not to look too smug.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 10:09:36 GMT -5
Nick is unfazed by the needling. She didn't really have any good reason to be upset in the first place. "Inviting you to an active war zone and sending some upjumped tourney knight like Ser Garen to discuss your sister at your own wedding is an insult," he said. "My mother has enough royal blood across the Narrow Sea to make my...unfortunate conception acceptable in most circles. Even Lord Dayne won't irritate my uncle unnecessarily. And, no offense, Prince Benjen," he says, using a carefully polite expression, "if I cannot ensure the Princess Meera gets out safely, then no one here can. The difference is, if he kills me, he gains an enemy in Pentos. If he kills you..well, he removes one of the strongest threats to his reign of terror."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 10:13:42 GMT -5
"Very well," Benjen responded, seeing reason in what Nicholas had said. He sipped from his ale and set the mug down. "Nicholas, Meera is your sister as well. I trust you will do your best to get her back. Thank you."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 10:56:47 GMT -5
Robyn had sobered up partially, concentrating on the discussion between the two. "I'll go with you," She offered, stepping up to the high table again.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 11:10:41 GMT -5
Amelia shrugged, looking mildly amused. "I cannot help but think it was a mistake every even speaking to the man but experience teaches us many things." Her eyes narrowed a little. "I am quite surprised however than the Ironborn decided to come to the wedding." Killion chuckled "We do not keep the man around for his social graces." He smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Come now, how could we miss such an event? Beautiful women and strong drink are our second and third favorite things respectively. A royal wedding has both in excess." |
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 3, 2015 11:23:13 GMT -5
Robyn had sobered up partially, concentrating on the discussion between the two. "I'll go with you," She offered, stepping up to the high table again. Giovanda watches while he swirls the wine in his glass. There certainly seemed to be drama unfolding at the high table. It was no sword fight, true, but amusing all the less. He wondered if the seeds of another job were being planted right now. A swift ship was always needed, and there was no equal of his. |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 11:28:10 GMT -5
Killion chuckled "We do not keep the man around for his social graces." He smirked, a playful glint in his eyes. "Come now, how we could we miss such an event? Beautiful women and strong drink are our second and third favorite things respectively. A royal wedding has both in excess." "Well then," Amelia responded, a sly look on her face. "It seems I am out of a drink but with such a great selection I am spoiled for choice." She narrows her gaze on him. "Why, how about a game? Choose me a drink and I will choose you one." She winked. |
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 12:14:06 GMT -5
He drains his remaining whiskey and hands the skin of black tar rum on his belt to Amelia. He had played this game often with merchant princes: they chose which casks of alcohol to carry for his consumption and he always chose seawater for them.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 12:46:09 GMT -5
Amelia tasks the skin and grins. "I cannot wait," She said, turning towards a servant who wandered around with a tray of drinks. She swiftly emptied a glass before pouring a concoction of whiskey, wine and cider into it, topping it off with a dash of the black tar rum.
She handed the now full glass to Killion and grinned. "We drink on three."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 12:49:31 GMT -5
Killion eyes the concoction as if it were a witch's brew, but shrugged and took it nonetheless. The effect was far more important than the taste and a morning without a hangover was a sign of a night wasted.
"Three!" he said immediately, cutting to the chase, throwing back the goblet with nary a grimace.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 3, 2015 13:01:53 GMT -5
Amelia quickly placed the skin to her lips and drank as well, no stranger to heavy alcohol. "So what have you been doing in the islands these past few years? I do hope you weren't part of the raids on the North." She tutted. "That would not be good at all!"
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