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Post by The Drowned God on May 21, 2008 12:29:10 GMT -5
"Me too. I think we should definately get a few drinks." He flicked a silver into his hand and smiled at William. "Their on me!"
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Post by The Seven on May 21, 2008 12:30:44 GMT -5
William wasn't going to argue with that. He grinned and headed towards the tavern.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 21, 2008 14:56:01 GMT -5
Samuel Tarly stalked the streets of Tyrosh, searching for inns and taverns where soldiers were likely to gather. He asked for directions several times, and though the language barrier prevented the Tyroshis he spoke to from being very helpful.
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Post by Arthur on May 21, 2008 15:21:42 GMT -5
Willhelm wandered the streets of the Marketplace, no aim or promise anywhere. He had hit a wall on his quest.
However, he spotted a very tall, ebony skinned man, who had dressed in the manner of Westeros. Strange.
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