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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:57:09 GMT -5
Eleez looked at the document as though it were made of poison.
"But, we would need a witness to sign it, and I hardly-"
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 12:58:35 GMT -5
"It's already been signed by several witnesses. They are esteemed in the higher circles of Tyrosh, and they all say they were here. All it takes is your little scrawl, and I will leave, and all will be well."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 13:03:54 GMT -5
Eleez did not say anything, he simply looked at Daario in an untrusting way, and reached into the folds of his robe for his twig of charcoal. He found it and scribbled his name on the line Daario indicated.
When he was done, he shook his head.
"What happened, my friend? Do you not remember the fun that we used to have, treating in the Summer Isle? When we were both boys with fiery dispositions, working for Abien's trade company? What happened, my friend?"
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 13:09:15 GMT -5
Daario stood up, rolling the parchment and sticking it back into his kileen. "I don't know what you mean, Eleez. We are still great friends, aren't we? Did I not just save you from a very unfortunate future?"
He smiled when Eleez did not say anything. "I thought so." He turned to the door.
"I will contact you in a few day's time, to start setting things up. I will speak with you then!"
Daario left the building, flopping the door closed. As he rounded the corner, he stopped. A man stood there, staring at him. The man was dressed plainly, but Daario knew him on sight.
"It's done. If you would be so kind, kill him. Make it look like he died of a bad heart. He is gigantic, it wouldn't be a stretch at all."
The man nodded and set off towards the Slender Vittles.
Daario smiled. "Farewell, Eleez."
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Post by The Seven on May 21, 2008 12:31:52 GMT -5
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August 23, 1498
William entered the tavern with Ser Garlan Corbray. The people dressed and talked strange to William, having never left his native Westeros before. He took a seat at the bar and called for a drink.
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 21, 2008 12:46:55 GMT -5
A thin, balding man, with a sprig of died-blue beard shooting out from his chin approached, looking thoroughly overwhelmed.
"Yes, what is it you would be liking?" He asked in a manipulated common.
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Post by The Seven on May 21, 2008 13:08:18 GMT -5
"Ale and more ale for me," William said cheerfully, then turned to Garlan to see what his comrade would order.
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Post by The Seven on May 24, 2008 8:50:08 GMT -5
"Aye, when you gonna bring me that ale?" William said impatiently.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 24, 2008 10:56:34 GMT -5
Samuel Tarly walked into the Slender Vittles, flanked by Ser Wat Threefingers and Big Ben. Samuel was wearing his usual black half-plate and chainmail armor, and all three men wore surcoats of smoke-grey upon which a black huntsman strode.
He surveyed the occupants of the Tavern, noting the two Vale knights at the bar. Not as many men as he had hoped were warriors here, mostly just men seeking whores. He turned his head slightly, and said something to Ser Wat, who laughed loudly. The big man stepped forward into the middle of the room. "Wha' man o' the sword here be wantin' some payin' work?" he asked to the room in common, and then he rattled off the same question in Tyroshi, and then again in Bastard Valyrian.
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Post by The Seven on May 24, 2008 13:55:48 GMT -5
A man answered in bastard valyrian, speaking it fluent and easily.
It was the only thing easy and smooth about the man, as he was tall and broad, wearing a fierce, thick, undyed beard that was a dark black. His clothes were ragged and plain, and he spoke with an accent from the east.
He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, then slammed his mug of ale down and rose from the chair.
"Aye, I'm a man of the sword, and I enjoy gettin' my share of the pay," the man said.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 24, 2008 14:01:42 GMT -5
"How many men follow you? We're lookin' to grow our comp'ny, the Blackguard, t'ree hunr'd strong aready," Wat responded. Then he raised his voice again to speak to the room. "Fair pay for 'ny man willin' to fight fer us, and plunder besides."
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Post by The Seven on May 24, 2008 14:02:50 GMT -5
The man seemed to think about it, and finally resorted to using his fingers to count. "Ten men," he finally said proudly. "Ten men as strong as I be."
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 24, 2008 14:25:12 GMT -5
"Yeh'll do, I suppose, if yeh can fight." Wat unconsciously rubbed his bandaged left hand where the fresh wounds from his missing fingers were healing. "We though' to march teh Myr, fight for the Dragons there and take some o' the plunder afterward," he said with a laugh. Gesturing to Big Ben, who stood over by Samuel, he said, "Give yer' name to my 'ssociate there, and meet the comp'ny at the Blade n' Tankard, that's our gatherin' spot fer now."
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Post by The Seven on May 24, 2008 14:29:17 GMT -5
The man nodded, happy to find "honest" work for the first time in a year. He went to give the man his name and the names of his sons and friends.
A few minutes later another man entered the tavern, trailed by six others. They were all extravagantly dressed in bright colors, but the one in front was the tallest and by far the most handsome. His hair and beard were dyed light blue, matching the color of his eyes. His skin was a golden tan, and his teeth perfect and white.
He swaggered over to the bar, smiling at all present, before looking at the summer islander and westerosi knights curiously. "What have we got here?" he said, in bastard valyrian.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 24, 2008 14:33:13 GMT -5
Samuel's Bastard Valyrian had improved since coming to Tyrosh, and he understood the man's question, if not haltingly. He nodded to Wat, who replied to the newcomer. "We're 'cruitin' men here, men t'fight in Myr. Fair pay, an' plunder besides, for any man."
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