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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 22, 2012 15:08:38 GMT -5
"Smart boy... You seem to know how to choose your enemies..." He grinned. "So , friend, where did you just arrive from?"
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 22, 2012 15:12:25 GMT -5
"I don't like the emphasis on 'friend' that's worrisome." Jory frowned for a moment then picked his smile back up, "Storm's End, as I said before, a very nice place. Nice girls too, sadly, the lord was not there to receive me and I had an urge to adventure."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 22, 2012 15:16:09 GMT -5
"Nevermind... Aye, Storm's End, The Stormlands, pretty pretty girls... Yet I prefer the Northerners have you ever been with one from up there?" He smiled.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 22, 2012 15:18:40 GMT -5
"Sadly, no, I hope to make it North some day, but now does not seem the time, I have a new lord to help." Jory flexed his hand for no apparent reason. "I take it you have though."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 22, 2012 15:20:34 GMT -5
"Talking about that... I've got a job for you..." He sighed. "The stablemaster... he's getting on my nerves... If you know what I mean... So if he suddenly disappeared... I could name someone else more... capable for his place...."
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 22, 2012 15:36:28 GMT -5
Jory laughed at the suggestion, "And what was it he did?"
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 22, 2012 15:42:42 GMT -5
"His stubborness is becoming a nuisance for my government... He wasn't like this some years ago... But with age his memories started to fail and now he really thinks we are still under my greatgrandfather's rule... back in the time where we weren't real lords... He needs rest..." Pod sighed.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 22, 2012 15:43:38 GMT -5
Jory laughed, "You could always simply fire him and replace him. He doesn't have to die."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 22, 2012 15:46:15 GMT -5
Pod sighed in impatience. "You got me... Give him the news then... Give him this..." He threw a small bag with some silver stags. "That's why I prefer the blood thing..." He muttered.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 22, 2012 15:49:11 GMT -5
Jory shook the bag around, "There's no real need for this either, simply let him go without pay. Or this can be my pay and I just play messenger boy." Jory snicked, "I'm kidding," he threw the bag back to Podrick and got up from his seat.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 22, 2012 15:51:21 GMT -5
"Give him the money... I'm a just man..." He threw tha bag back.
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 22, 2012 15:52:52 GMT -5
Jory throws the bag back, "Come on, I don't want to see you out of any coin."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 22, 2012 15:55:40 GMT -5
Pod stopped smiling, it was starting to get on his nerves. "Give...him... the... money" This time he left the bag on the table, he didn't care, it was shit compared to the cumulated rich of the Baelishes, the rich his father managed to get...
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Post by Jory Farice on Oct 22, 2012 15:58:31 GMT -5
Jory laughed at Pod's frustration, "I'll take the money as payment for firing the man then." He turned back to the door and left.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 22, 2012 16:10:54 GMT -5
Pod heard a faint knocking coming at the door. "Enter, please..."
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