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Post by zeubercat on Nov 5, 2012 23:41:56 GMT -5
Ashara laughed. "The wine always gets to my tongue. I speak it. I breath it. And you are a fool to trust in them. I bet you've let them in on your little plot already."
OOC: She doesn't actually know about the plot. She's just bluffing and hoping for a response.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 5, 2012 23:46:38 GMT -5
His eyes narrowed. "Do you want the Arbor to burn? I will descend on you with fire and steel. House Redwyne would be extinguished. Do you want that?"
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 5, 2012 23:48:35 GMT -5
She smiled, putting her hands back onto the fire. "Fire and steel? It seems you can't hold your liquor or your temper. Calm down."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 5, 2012 23:51:41 GMT -5
"I've had a glass, while you would drink the sea dry if it was wine. Will you stay? I have a very special guest coming." He sat back down.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 5, 2012 23:52:43 GMT -5
"Yes, I will stay for your lovely acquaintance." She took another petite sip of wine and sat back in her chair.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 5, 2012 23:56:27 GMT -5
"He is a very special man. One who will benefit us both, my lady." He smiled.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 7, 2012 21:31:19 GMT -5
"Oh I'm sure." Ashara folded her hands politely, awaiting Lord Tyrell's Guest.
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Post by Arsilen on Nov 9, 2012 7:50:57 GMT -5
He moved over the dead cinders in the fireplace. The lord and lady had fallen asleep in their chair. He closed the hidden passage and moved deftly to Longthorn's side. "My lord, wake up." he shook him.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 9, 2012 9:16:33 GMT -5
His eyes opened quickly, scared for a heartbeat, but then relaxed when he saw Arsilen. "I see you have arrived after all." he poured himself a glass of wine. "We shall discuss matters when Lady Ashara wakes. Until then, wine?"
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Post by Arsilen on Nov 9, 2012 9:41:33 GMT -5
He glanced to the old woman. Lady of the Arbor, a simple drunk. "No, my lord. I do not drink wine, yet I own a bar." he smiled and held up the coin. "What is this about?"
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 9, 2012 10:49:43 GMT -5
"I think he wants to hire you." Ashara opened her eyes, smiling.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Nov 9, 2012 12:12:38 GMT -5
"Not hire. Own. From now on you will not accept contracts from anybody else. Do this and you shall be rewarded." He poured a glass for Lady Redwyne.
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Post by zeubercat on Nov 9, 2012 12:52:09 GMT -5
Ashara accepted the glass, than took a gulp. "Dark Clothing, desire to be hidden at night. Hood. Need to keep identity hidden. Short, but strong upper body, thick arm muscles, climbers build. Judging by your other traits and your ingress, I would guess assassin. Not a shabby one either, by the looks of you." She took another gulp of wine. "The question is, who does Lord Tyrell want dead?"
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Post by Arsilen on Nov 9, 2012 12:57:36 GMT -5
"Don't care who he wants dead, so long as I get payed." he sat crosslegged. "What would you offer me?"
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Post by kalashnikov on Nov 9, 2012 13:02:55 GMT -5
Lord Tarly had just returned from his venture into Flea Bottom. He knocked at the door.
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