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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 3, 2012 13:43:10 GMT -5
Where Ser Jon Lynderly trains the young squires and knights.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 3, 2012 13:44:52 GMT -5
Donal saw his brother from the distance. Twenty years and he haven't aged a day. His brother was only one year older than him but stood taller and stronger. He approached calmly and touched the man's shoulder. "Could we have a parley, Ser?"
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Sept 4, 2012 12:25:35 GMT -5
Lynderly spun around, wondering who the owner of the hand was. Seeing his brother, his face slowly changed from curious, to questioning, to happy. "Brother, it has been far too long!"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 4, 2012 12:29:09 GMT -5
He smiled. "Aye brother, I was not sure if my return would be accepted, you knew I had to flee, during War if any of us was caught, pacifist or not, we would be murdered... but let's not talk of the past and here I'm again, under the light of R'hollor."
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Sept 4, 2012 12:31:16 GMT -5
"Best you keep that name guarded behind your teeth, Brother. Some are still hunting those that follow the Red God. I may be accepting of your... path... but others will not take it as lightly."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 4, 2012 12:34:00 GMT -5
"I won't even take the risk of using my robes... On my path here I felt the twisted looks... Would you have any spare clothes or armor, my brother?"
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Sept 4, 2012 12:39:18 GMT -5
Jon grunted. "Aye, I have a few extra clothes." He looked at his brother. "Though I can't promise that they will fit. Have you been eating at all since I last saw you?"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 4, 2012 12:45:29 GMT -5
Donal chuckled. "Brother, you know that braavosi culinary is not the best of Essos." He followed his brother and got some clothes. "Well thanks, these will fit.... And what abou this marriage I heard of? I have business in Kings Landing but I think I shall wait to travel."
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Sept 4, 2012 16:06:58 GMT -5
"Oh, Ser Podrick, Lord Baelish's son, is going to marry a Corbray. Should be a fun time."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 4, 2012 16:09:23 GMT -5
"If there is a meelee, it shall be a good opportunity to show you how I became better then you with a sword..." He smiled
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Post by Ser Cedric Tarly on Sept 4, 2012 16:11:16 GMT -5
He grunts. "Aye and if honey was poison, we'd all be dead. I guess we will see if your skills are of any note yet."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 4, 2012 16:16:00 GMT -5
"Go back to your duties brother, I shall talk to Lord Waymer and hope for his hospitality... He used to be a good and religious tolerant man..."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 6, 2012 15:36:48 GMT -5
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He saw his father treating his new horse. "Father, may we parley?
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Sept 6, 2012 15:47:04 GMT -5
The older Baelish was running his hand over the horses flank and leg
"Say what you want." He said roughly.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 6, 2012 15:52:50 GMT -5
"I dont know what I told you, but I must beg your pardon... It was happening again, you surely understand that I ain't myself when it happens..."
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