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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 26, 2012 14:11:46 GMT -5
Fletcher's attention was turned from the fat noblewoman to the abuse of a commoner. The Heretic Brotherhood could not survive without some support from the common man. When the Ironborn asked his question, he stood up.
"I don't have a problem with the Ironborn." he stated. "But I do have an issue with your treatment of the low born."
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Post by Euron Drumm on Aug 26, 2012 14:17:03 GMT -5
Euron spat on the floor.
"Oh, do you? What's it to you? The Drowned God made the lowborn to serve their betters. They deserve all they get if they speak out of turn. That fool was lucky I didn't beat him bloody and cut his throat after."
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 26, 2012 14:42:03 GMT -5
"Your Drowned God did nothing!" Fletcher spat, "Do not use a waterlogged corpse to justify your cruelty."
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Post by Euron Drumm on Aug 26, 2012 15:34:58 GMT -5
Euron smiled.
"Cruelty? Oh no, that was not cruelty. Believe me, you don't know the meaning of the word. Most things you call cruel are common in the islands. If I were you, I'd steer well clear of my homeland."
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 26, 2012 16:02:32 GMT -5
"Then I hope to never have reason to visit them." Fletcher replied evenly. "For your sake, m'lord."
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Post by Euron Drumm on Aug 26, 2012 16:11:12 GMT -5
"Hah! Foolish braggart," Euron scoffed. "You just dare set foot on Old Wyk and I'll feed you your own tongue."
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 26, 2012 16:20:19 GMT -5
Fletcher leaned in close, a smile on his face.
"Why wait?" he asked in a mocking tone. "Afraid your Drowned God won't save you?"
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Post by Euron Drumm on Aug 26, 2012 16:24:01 GMT -5
"Hardly. What is dead can never die."
Euron grinned.
"And I'll remind you that you mock the customs of my land."
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 26, 2012 16:35:06 GMT -5
"Not your customs, milord." he said softly. "Just your god."
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Post by Euron Drumm on Aug 26, 2012 17:03:52 GMT -5
"Oh yes, and what do you gods do that is any better?"
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 26, 2012 17:14:16 GMT -5
"I hold no gods." Fletcher replied coldly. "So mine do the same as yours and all the rest: nothing."
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Post by Euron Drumm on Aug 26, 2012 17:27:06 GMT -5
Euron shrugged.
"So you are a godless heathen. What's that to me?"
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 26, 2012 17:32:40 GMT -5
"Godless, yes." Fletcher answered, balling his fists. "But the only heathen in this room stands in front of me."
"Best you leave, milord. This tavern is frequented mainly by the lowbrow, the same commoners you seem to detest:"
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Post by Euron Drumm on Aug 26, 2012 18:09:03 GMT -5
"Fine then. Nobody here is worth my notice. But I meant what I said."
Euron glared at the man then walked out of the tavern.
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Post by Ser Lewyn Corbray on Aug 26, 2012 18:44:59 GMT -5
Lavinia finally rose and approached the table where the braavosi sat. "New to the city?" She asked, placing her hands on the table and leaning forward.
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