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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 9:41:43 GMT -5
Strong walls and gates that are always paced by observant guards.
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Post by The Drowned God on Jun 1, 2008 9:44:19 GMT -5
Lord Lewyn Corbray and his retinue of 50 men enter the city. A message is dispatched to the house of Lord Lasyn.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 9:54:57 GMT -5
Brightly dressed guards "surround" Lord Corbray's party and escort them to the Manse.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 13:22:43 GMT -5
Will had left Tyrosh while the ships sailed for Myr. He would have no part in their petty war and not risk being dragged in. He had bought passage on a trading ship, traveling to Volantis. It was the furthest he could get away, without paying for a private ship.
It shamed him that he could not gain influence with the Targaryens, as Arthur had charged him. He would search elsewhere, dutiful to the last drop.
He entered the city gates, upon which time he asked for escort to the Manse.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 13:31:35 GMT -5
ooc: edited.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 14:46:44 GMT -5
"Which manse?" An annoyed city watchman asked, in broken Westerosi.
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 15:07:51 GMT -5
Wilhelm looked around curiously. He had never been to Volantis before. "Your most prominent manse in the city, if you please."
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Post by The Seven on Jun 1, 2008 15:10:46 GMT -5
"I assume you do not mean the palace," the guard said impatiently, "so I will escort you to the Lasyn Manse. Though I doubt the likes of you will be welcome in Master Antaryon's halls."
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Post by Arthur on Jun 1, 2008 15:19:52 GMT -5
"I will be the judge of that, ser," Wilhelm smiled.
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Post by The Drowned God on Jun 2, 2008 14:50:25 GMT -5
Lord Lewyn Corbray and retinue leaves for Westeros.
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