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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 3, 2015 16:09:44 GMT -5
Nick shrugged. "Ellaria and I can talk later." He waves a hand outside. "I've no desire to be present for the bedding. You can walk as we talk if you wish." "Just make sure she doesn't end up with Vhagus Blackfyre," Amelia muttered, escorting Nicholas from the hall. "We need to talk, about Wildfyre and those damn demons. Oh," She paused. "I'm sorry. I spoke a little harshly a while back." Nick looked at her when she stopped. "An odd time for such a discussion," he noted. "Weddings and beddings and food and merriment and liquor make for a strange bedfellow with demons and wildfire." He offered an arm, whether as a mocking gallant gesture or simply because he's polite is difficult to gauge. "How exactly would you say you were harsh?" |
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 16:09:57 GMT -5
"It's not I that would be getting beaten up," She said, angrily, glaring at the second head she saw next to Quentyn's.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 3, 2015 16:19:14 GMT -5
"Girl, you've been limping all night. When you can walk, might be one of us will spar with you." He smiled. "But I don't think that's the sort of sword Killion's trying to get you to play with."
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 16:21:25 GMT -5
Killion did manage a laugh now, at Robyn's suggestion and Quentyn's responses.
"Tempting as such an offer would be, the instant I drew steel against the princess of the North I would have to contend with every man in this hall." he paused, as if considering the merits of such a situation. "It would be tedious to kill so many for so little reward."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 16:21:46 GMT -5
"It's the only one he has any chance of me playing with," She said, enjoying the conversation more now it was flowing a bit better, she didn't like the ironborn, but she enjoyed it when people didn't talk to her like she was some delicate little princess... the irony was not lost on her right now, as she was at her most delicate.
"If the men in this room attacked everyone i drew swords with in a spar, it would be an very empty hall indeed, I am not some little maiden, sitting and sewing." She replied to the prince, turning her attention back to him, and his admittedly, very lovely eyes.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 16:28:19 GMT -5
"I did not say they would draw them against any man." he reminded her, with a smirk. "Just me and mine."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 16:28:55 GMT -5
"And how many are you?" She asked him, leaning forward a bit.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 16:30:34 GMT -5
"A dozen." he motioned to the small but rowdy table of his compatriots, seated above the salt but far from a position of honor. "More than enough."
He leaned forward as well, close enough that she could smell the sweet rum on his breath. "Especially with the Bane of the Ironborn drunk and limping as she is."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 16:36:51 GMT -5
"You should be glad then, that if you were willing to fight me, you would have had a chance at least, drunk and limping as I am. For it would be the only way you would have any kind of a chance." She replied, patting his arm in a conciliatory manner, She did not balk at the Alcohol on his breath, just kept looking into his eyes, apparently a lot more focused now she had something to focus on.
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Post by Kurts on Apr 3, 2015 16:43:33 GMT -5
Killion glanced at Quentyn with a look of amused disbelief, not accustomed to such gall from the greenlanders.
"Funny how much braver your people talk behind their stone walls." he quipped, returning his gaze to her. "Though your current state hardly supports your claims of martial prowess. Tell me, how many men did it take to put you in such a state?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 3, 2015 16:45:17 GMT -5
"Men?" Quentyn chuckled. "More likely a catfight with some bitch who looked at her funny."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 16:48:12 GMT -5
"There were... twelve, i believe, against two of us," She admitted, "The stone walls only help when the enemy is on the other side of them, not within them, and is it brave to pick off fishing villages who have no chance of defending themselves?"
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 3, 2015 16:52:56 GMT -5
Quentyn's face showed mock astonishment. "Fishing villages? I've never 'picked off' a fishing village. Have you, Killion? I do believe the young lady thinks us to be impoverished reavers, only looking for our next meal. When clearly," He played with the gold chain around his neck that he'd taken from Mantarys, "We are successful masters of the craft."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Apr 3, 2015 16:54:14 GMT -5
Dud was surprised at the last comment. Dud knew Ella was not going to be a soldier for the North, but having it said out loud is what surprised him. Dud smiled at her fondly. "I have to follow him to reach my goals. What will you do? You did very well in the archery contest. A fine shot, I guess you could have hit me back in the woods" "I will find something to do," Jenny responded, an optimistic smile on her face. "I spoke with that one earlier on; the one who's leaving with the big-titted tart," She indicated Nicholas Snow and Amelia Royce. Dud looked over to the man she indicated. He had no clue who he was, but had noticed he talked to a lot of the highborns at the wedding. "And who is that one? He does seem to be well connected at this feast." |
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 3, 2015 16:54:58 GMT -5
"You send others to pick off your fishing villages for you then, even braver," she said, and looked at Quentyn again, having forgotten he was there, "That chain looks ridiculous"
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