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Post by The Great Other on Sept 13, 2012 21:17:46 GMT -5
The Maester turns, having kept the Heir Tarly in his chambers to record his progress looks looks to check if he broke his bound leg.
"Another difficult night?"
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Sept 13, 2012 21:34:33 GMT -5
"Yes. I suppose." Cedric brought a sweaty hand up to his forehead. "How long have I been in here, exactly? I do not seem to recall other 'difficult nights'."
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 13, 2012 23:47:05 GMT -5
"A few days at most." The Elder man said.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Sept 15, 2012 17:21:21 GMT -5
Cedric looks to the direction of the maester. "Ah. That is good, as that means I haven't missed a terrible deal of events."
The knight looks down at the floor before asking, "Can I... can I put weight on it? Can I stand and walk?"
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 15, 2012 22:52:00 GMT -5
"It has been a few weeks. You may attempt....but be slow." He says.
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Sept 16, 2012 9:51:04 GMT -5
Cedric swung his feet over the side of the bed, and lightly touched his toes to the floor. Nervous, he gradually put more and more weight onto his feet, and rose to his standing height. The pain was still there, but less than it had been before. The knight slowly started pacing the room, testing his muscles.
"Do you know if my father and sisters are safe? They were with me when we were attacked, and I do not know if they continued onto Horn Hill, came back to King's Landing, or..."
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Post by The Great Other on Oct 3, 2012 21:44:18 GMT -5
"They are safe, your father was ahead of you and returned just passed out. They are waiting for you." He said.
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