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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 23, 2012 23:11:55 GMT -5
Where the Lannisters are staying at the Red Keep; there is a banner at the door to the small complex of rooms depicting the red and gold Lannster lion in cloth-of-gold and velvet. The general impression one gets from going inside is wealth and decadence.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 23, 2012 23:12:38 GMT -5
Lord Tybolt and his family got settled. He went into his makeshift office, taking a seat and waiting for the first of his visitors to come.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 23, 2012 23:14:29 GMT -5
Gerold walked up to the door with his bodyguard by his side. This was definitely the place. He knocked sharply.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 23, 2012 23:18:01 GMT -5
A liveried servant opened the door not a moment after he had knocked. He let Lord Hightower in, leading him to the small office where Lord Lannister waited.
Tybolt did not get up, merely nodding as Gerold entered. "Please sit, Lord Gerold. Thank you for coming."
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 23, 2012 23:21:37 GMT -5
Gerold smiled. "Thank you for cordially inviting me." He said with just a bit of sarcasm. He sat down.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 23, 2012 23:25:15 GMT -5
A snarky one, was he? Tybolt looked amused. "You didn't appreciate my letter? Or perhaps it came too soon after your arrival at the Red Keep, and you are still weary from your journey?"
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 23, 2012 23:28:10 GMT -5
Gerold gave another smile. "Not weary in the least. I am simply not a man for empty courtesy."
He sighed inwardly. I've played This Game with too many liars, and it's taking it's toll on me.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 23, 2012 23:34:09 GMT -5
A serving boy comes in and begins to serve wine and bread to the two lords.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 23, 2012 23:35:37 GMT -5
"Well how else should I have worded it? I am not a man to offend those with whom I would prefer a friendly relationship." He allowed the lad to pour a rather full glass of red wine for himself. "Some for you, my Lord Hightower?" he said with a wry smile.
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 23, 2012 23:39:16 GMT -5
Gerold refused the wine, instead drinking water out of a hip flask, spinning it around his fingers before putting it back into his belt. "Of course. Now, to business. How do you intend to keep peace? The Dornish Lands are full of those who harbor hate for The Tyrells, and Lords Tarly and Redwyne hold little love for Dorne in turn. War is going to be hard to avert. I deem these peace talks are little more than a show of power, but I hope to achieve much more."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 0:01:25 GMT -5
"No wine?" noted Tybalt with some surprise, waving the boy away. He watched him out of the corner of his eye. They would talk later. He took a long draught from his cup. "Peace...I do not know. An exchange of hostages perhaps, a marriage here or there..." He shrugged. "That is how these things usually go, is it not? And then the peace never lasts longer than a generation or two, when people begin to forget their family ties and begin to quarrel once again."
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Post by zeubercat on Oct 24, 2012 11:51:49 GMT -5
Gerold laughed. "From where I come from, we don't call that peace. We call that a ceasefire. Like I said, I hope to achieve much more. Nevertheless, a Dornish Marriage of some sort might be just the thing to stall the fighting long enough for something substantial to happen."
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 13:22:11 GMT -5
"Perhaps it is only a ceasefire, but it does ensure there is peace for a couple decades." He drank from his glass. "Does peace ever last longer than that in Westeros?"
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 24, 2012 13:38:02 GMT -5
The serving boy goes around refilling his glass and cleaning up.
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Oct 24, 2012 14:39:25 GMT -5
Tybolt nodded at the boy as he filled his glass again, looking him over appreciatively. He would have to speak to him alone, a little later in the evening.
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