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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 15:14:11 GMT -5
"I swear, by the love I bear my grandfather!" He giggled....
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 15:15:55 GMT -5
Arthur drew his dirk, "I'm serious, Pod. I came here to protect you. I don't want to be the one to hurt you."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 15:22:36 GMT -5
"I not a Lannister but I always pay my debts..." His face got stern and harsh in a blink...
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 15:28:01 GMT -5
Arthur sheathed his dirk and lowered his voice. "Why did you pick up the wineskin and try to leave King's Landing?"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 15:34:57 GMT -5
"Sometimes I have some wierd headaches and I lose control of my actions... but this only heppens when I don't drink my water and fish oil mixture..." He grabbed his waterskin and gave a long gulp.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 15:36:24 GMT -5
"Have you thought about going to the maesters in Oldtown?"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 15:38:11 GMT -5
"Aye, the best they could do was prescribe this mixture..."
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 15:49:00 GMT -5
"If it happens again, the crazy thing, I'll stop you."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 15:51:24 GMT -5
"I assure you, it won't..." He grinned again...
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 15:58:26 GMT -5
"How far will we venture out looking for your men?"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 16:01:44 GMT -5
"We shall ask abou them in the next inn, if theres no sign we ride to the next, and if we don't find we ride back to King's Landing!" He told Arthur...
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 16:04:05 GMT -5
"We'll stay at the second inn, I'm supposing?"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 25, 2012 16:06:05 GMT -5
"Aye, we come back in the morrow, with the Heretic Brotherhood raiding this lands is no safe to ride at night..."
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Aug 25, 2012 16:10:13 GMT -5
Artur adjusted himself in the saddle. "Let's hurry. I'm getting sore."
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 27, 2012 20:35:05 GMT -5
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Ser Trajan digs his spurs into his steed's side, riding hard, towards the rondevous point.
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