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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 16, 2008 16:15:10 GMT -5
An ill named tavern, rebuilt on the burnt remains of another.
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 16, 2008 16:20:19 GMT -5
Bruyan enters and ask for some ale.
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 17, 2008 16:10:24 GMT -5
Bruyan spits in his palms and run his hands through his hair after he gets his ale and begins to drink, looking for somewhere to sit.
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Post by The Seven on Jun 17, 2008 16:16:11 GMT -5
A man, Tyroshi by the looks of him, spots Bruyan and motion towards him. The inn was rather empty, and the man was hunched over at the bar, tending to a large mug of ale. "Come have a drink, friend. I'll buy!" he called, his voice rather slurred.
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 17, 2008 16:17:34 GMT -5
Bruyan smiles, "I'll let you buy once I finish mine own, friend" he takes a gulp of his own ale. "What brings you to Volantis?"
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Post by The Seven on Jun 17, 2008 16:18:30 GMT -5
He patted the old sword hanging from his hip. "I'm a soldier," he informed Bruyan with a wry smile. "Just livin' the good life." He motioned to the empty tavern and his current state. "Can't ya tell?"
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 17, 2008 16:22:11 GMT -5
Bruyan chuckles, "Live must be good when ya got dragons on your side, though if the tavern had more wenches you would no doubt be livin' a betterr life".
"Soldier eh? I've head people say a good few things about that Siljer Soldjer, must be proud servin' under 'im yeah?"
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Post by The Seven on Jun 17, 2008 16:23:14 GMT -5
"The Silver Soldier!" the man bellowed, raising his mug in salute. "I've seen the general once or twice, though not from close." He sighed and eyed Bruyan. "What do you know 'bout him?" He asked casually.
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 17, 2008 16:25:29 GMT -5
Bruyan joins in the salute "Not much, I heard he was old with white hair, ordered the dragons withdrawal from the attack, though too late for this tavern".
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Post by The Seven on Jun 17, 2008 16:27:04 GMT -5
The soldier chuckled. "Are you a Volantine? I've met few enough. Don't be holdin' a grudge against me, friend, for taking yer city. It was the higher-ups who bid me to do so, and the dragons." He whistles. "Always them damn dragons."
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 17, 2008 16:29:49 GMT -5
"I'm from the crownlands, uh that'd be from the Sev'n Kingdom' so I ain't be holding no grudge. Dragons terrify me tho, how do you control beasts such as that? That be some serious magick".
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Post by The Seven on Jun 17, 2008 16:31:10 GMT -5
"Magic, indeed!" the man agreed. "Prince and Princess ride them, committing their wrath where needed. The beasts can't be defeated, it's true."
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 17, 2008 16:33:02 GMT -5
"Then there be the rumours of an empire risin' from the ol' ashes of the Valyrian people, lucky we got em dragons then, ain't it just".
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Post by The Seven on Jun 17, 2008 16:34:38 GMT -5
The soldier snorted. "Them people who live in that smokin' land are half-mad, or near enough to it to make no difference. I'd rather live on hard soil and in clean air, than the wasteland they call Valyria."
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Post by Lord Robert Caraven on Jun 17, 2008 16:38:07 GMT -5
"Hah, half-mad men is the worse en'my you can get! Never know what they might do against ya, you speak true tho living in a city is not bringing any clean air to the lungs!" Bruyan chuckled.
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