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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 26, 2012 18:48:20 GMT -5
Fletcher returned to his booth to enjoy his ale. His eyes scanned the patrons.
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Aug 26, 2012 21:25:22 GMT -5
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Pup Clegane enters the tavern, the three dogs sigil and colors showing, with Jory, Mold, Coppers, and Lars. He gazes around the room and signals for horns of ale for himself and his men as he sits down at a table around the center of the room.
"We should not leave yet." Jory says again, "You said the competition was tough, why be angry about losing?"
"Leave me to my cups for now, boy." Pup responds. "We can discuss it again when we break our fasts."
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