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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 21, 2012 13:56:18 GMT -5
Where the black brothers have their meals and stay in the warm to talk...
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 21, 2012 14:28:11 GMT -5
Pod set in a reserved table in the corner with the boy. "Well lad, tell me about you... Who was the Lord of your village?"
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 21, 2012 17:18:49 GMT -5
"It was Piper, though I never saw him more than once. He's very hands off, the lord of Pinkmaiden. Why do you ask?" He looked at the priest suspiciously once again.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 21, 2012 17:26:39 GMT -5
"Piper... Piper...Piper...?" Said Donald trying to remember. " The one with the nude girl on their sigil... Har! Just asking... is good to know the men I'm going to live with for the rest of my life..."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 21, 2012 17:56:37 GMT -5
Willas laughed at the strange man. "Yes, the dancing pink maiden, wrapped in a while cloth. I know little of the siding of lords, but that is one I cannot forget." He looked upset.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 21, 2012 18:07:07 GMT -5
"I know you're new here... but what can you tell me of these companions here? Who is the bearded guy who stays in the Training Yard?" He asked.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 21, 2012 20:05:36 GMT -5
Willas thought a moment. "I am sure you mean the Master at Arms, Martin Beverley. He drills us every day. You know I'll probably be scolded when he finds I've run off early. I hope I'm not put to scrubbing pots again."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 21, 2012 20:33:51 GMT -5
"That one is the master at arms?" He chuckled. "I could have chosen a better one to pick up a fight with..."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 21, 2012 23:11:36 GMT -5
"He is, and did you fight him?" Willas asked. "Why did you do that?"
Food was finally brought out. Men began streaming in from every entrance, and the room filled up with voices.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 22, 2012 4:53:08 GMT -5
"Let's say he could have been more polite..." He said.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 22, 2012 12:17:34 GMT -5
"Master of Arms ain't known for his manners," Willas said, stuffing his face with a bread sopped in gravy. "Not many have fancy lordling manners at the Wall, you know."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 22, 2012 12:19:42 GMT -5
"Aye... Let's say I discovered this in the worst way..." He grinned.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 22, 2012 12:22:10 GMT -5
"Do go on, then," Willas said as he went after the stew, shoveling it into his mouth like there was no tomorrow. He was a growing boy after all, only 17 and already taller than half the men, though still with the weedy body of a youth.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 22, 2012 12:33:17 GMT -5
He suddenly noticed the boys height.... "Have you ever heard the tales of Ser Duncan, the Tall??
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 22, 2012 14:04:30 GMT -5
Willas grinned around his mouthful of food. "Once or twice, why?"
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