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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 15, 2008 9:38:59 GMT -5
A merchant ship enters the docks, and Bruyan steps off the boat slightly sea sick.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 15, 2008 9:52:53 GMT -5
The port is less busy than usual, with business having gone down due to the recent war. Many traders prefer to dock in ports where there aren't fire-breathing dragons prepared to destroy half the city.
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 15, 2008 10:04:52 GMT -5
Bruyan spots a merchant sitting by his stall looking bored and dismayed, the merchant had seen better days seeing that his stall was nearly out of wares and those he had looked old. "Weird how the docks aint busy no more, I figure that people would be wanting repairs and stuff," he said to the merchant.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 15, 2008 10:07:25 GMT -5
The merchant looked hopeful, wondering if this man was a potential customer. "Aye, the dragons chased everything away," the man said sadly.
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 15, 2008 10:08:41 GMT -5
"Are the dragons still here?" Bruyan asked looking slightly dismayed by the fact that they may be.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 15, 2008 10:09:37 GMT -5
The man looked up into the sky, and scanned the horizon. "They come and go, always frightening," the merchant said. He seemed to be recalling a past event, then snapped out of it. "What brings you here, good man?"
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 15, 2008 10:11:31 GMT -5
Bruyan shrugged, "I've always wanted to travel, but I'm afraid it will end shortly. All this war and rumours of the "Newhold" makes me uneasy. What do you have for sale?"
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Post by The Seven on Jun 15, 2008 10:26:07 GMT -5
The man nodded, understanding, this switched into merchant mode and flashed a bright smile and revealed his supplies. "I have knives of all varieties," he said, laying out a dozen differently shaped daggers in front of him. "To protect a man in the night of the city. Also," he said, fumbling through his pockets, before producing a vial of liquid, "I am selling this stuff. It has no name, but has been growing in popularity among the sinister bands of the city. If an honest man wishes to live, he must fight back with the same stuff, no?"
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 15, 2008 10:29:02 GMT -5
Bruyan frowned and produced a few silvers of different origins, "Two knives and that liquid, what does it do?"
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Post by The Seven on Jun 15, 2008 10:32:21 GMT -5
The man shook his head, perplexed. "I know not, only that I bought it because it was whispered to be worth so much. Thus far, I can find no use of it. I am sure one of your intelligence, good man, may inquire into the matter and discover the worth of it."
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 15, 2008 10:33:48 GMT -5
Bruyan nodded, "How does the people feel of their new rule, I heard there was an ofshot of the Targaryens living here?".
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Post by The Seven on Jun 15, 2008 10:36:39 GMT -5
The man smiled weakly. "Most people in the city do not care who rules them, they only wish our business would pick back up like it was before the war."
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 15, 2008 10:40:15 GMT -5
Bruyan nodded, "Aye it's the same for people everywhere I find, the farmers cares who rules them unless they take too much food, destroy the crops etc. The weather is their foremost ruler."
"I've heard tales of a silver soldier or general leading some armies, are there any news of that?"
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Post by The Seven on Jun 15, 2008 11:47:58 GMT -5
The man seemed genuinely happy for once. "The Silver Soldier! Aye, the folks speak of the man. He's old, he is, and leads the dragon armies, but this one isn't so mean, no."
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 15, 2008 12:13:08 GMT -5
"Odd since he unleashed the dragons on this city," Bruyan thought. "What has he done too earn this reverence?" Bruyan asked genuinely curious.
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