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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 25, 2012 0:17:07 GMT -5
Well, he was the rich, handsome, and talented type of fool then! "A pleasure then. I cannot imagine one night can define you as a drunkard though? And you were in fact invited to the wedding in question if I am not mistaken?"
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 25, 2012 0:17:46 GMT -5
The King smiles to stark. "Thank you Lord Wilhelm, I am sorry about Winterfell, if you need anything, please ask."
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 25, 2012 0:17:47 GMT -5
Lavinia put her glass away and left the hall, very drunk and very annoyed.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 0:20:39 GMT -5
"My father and brother were invited. He's the heir, you know. You know what I got?" He pointed to the left side of his head where an ear was missing. "This. Lost it in a bloody battle that I won. As for being a drunk, I've been drinking since I wa sfourteen. Never bothered me, but it bothered everyone one around me."
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 25, 2012 0:22:57 GMT -5
"Well if it never bothered you, then stop moping around about it! This wine is bloody fantastic! Have some more!"
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 25, 2012 0:24:27 GMT -5
Ser Cedric watched as some of the more prolific guests made their exits. Though, one did catch his eye, and Cedric made his way over to the woman draped in burgundy.
"I do not believe we have met, my Lady. I am Ser Cedric Tarly, and I would be most pleased to learn your name."
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 0:26:26 GMT -5
"Get that shit away from me!" the Young Bull said, smacking the cup out of his hand and onto the floor where it spilled.
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 25, 2012 0:27:52 GMT -5
"Hmph. Seems you care a bit more than you say. If you don't want the wine, and it seems you don't want the company, what do you want around here?"
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 0:29:41 GMT -5
Arthur knew at once. He sat up, more alert. "I want to fight people and and want to see Westeros."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 25, 2012 0:29:56 GMT -5
Lorraine watched the Martell princess leave with some small pleasure. She bid her Targaryen princess goodnight as well, and turned to leave the hall with the other guests. Her departure was interrupted by someone attempting to gain her attention.
She turned to see that it was none other than the respectable gentleman who had delivered such a slap to the drunken Hightower earlier. "Oh, a pleasure to meet you, Ser. My name is Lorraine, of House Lannister." She curtseyed.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Aug 25, 2012 0:32:39 GMT -5
Cedric flashed a smile. "No no, my Lady, the pleasure is all mine. It seems you are a long way from Casterly Rock, I hope today's events were worth the travel."
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 25, 2012 0:33:11 GMT -5
"Then what's stopping you? What duties do you have to anyone around here? Go find your battles. I know whats its like to be the second son. But you have a freedom that they do not. Use it."
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Aug 25, 2012 0:33:56 GMT -5
Aelinor smiled and nodded at Lorraine's comment,"I think he will be fine once he gets some rest."
She then also bid Lorraine good night and journeyed off to her quarters as Lorraine was involved in a conversation with a most handsome gentleman.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 0:34:57 GMT -5
He stood up. "First I have to find someone."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 25, 2012 0:37:47 GMT -5
Lorraine laughed. "I live here, in King's Landing." She stopped laughing when she remembered what Martell had said, about not being worth even a brief trip to the family's seat. "I've never been to Casterly Rock. And I'm not a Lannister by blood."
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