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Post by zeubercat on Oct 24, 2012 21:51:21 GMT -5
The Manse of Gerold Hightower is fitted with objects of art, and furniture. Various weapons cling to the wall, remnants of his brother's stay. Books and Scribbled Notes, usually part of rooms that The Coldeye resides in, are surprisingly absent.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 24, 2012 22:07:05 GMT -5
Gerold walked in, slumping down. He breathed in slowly.
This manse is a trap, a trick. The walls are full of little birds. I can't even bring out my Winter Notes, or get any real work done. Lannister lied to me. I don't even know what he lied about, but I could see it in his face that he was hiding something. Nobody tells the truth, me least of all. I am playing The Game of Thrones, and it is slowly, inevitably killing me.
He turned in his chair, slowly turning his flask around his fingers.
I cannot let paranoia define my actions, especially if I intend to continue vying for peace. I need to get things done.
He pulled out notes and began to write.
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