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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Aug 23, 2012 11:52:56 GMT -5
A wide room with a large hearth in the western wall in the shape of a titan's head and mockingbirds flying around it. The business with other lords can be discussed in two tables, a rectangular one in the center of the room and a circular in the balcony, reserved only for sunny days, where the stony shores of the Fingers can be admired.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 6, 2012 12:20:20 GMT -5
He threw the doors open. "Father, how could you treat my gift as shit? I gave you that carpet myself, It was really expensive... And I really liked it"
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Sept 6, 2012 12:22:22 GMT -5
Lord Waymer was talking with another man, both drinking quite alot so it seemed from the near empty flagon of wine on the table.
He looked up as Pod entered and waved his hand as if trying to wave his son away.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 6, 2012 12:26:55 GMT -5
"Father, how could you leave ash marks in the myrish carpet I gave you?"
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Sept 6, 2012 12:31:51 GMT -5
Te other man looked at Pod and left the room as Waymer lent back on his chair and surveyed his son.
"It is ash you say? Ash will come out." he seemed utterly unconcerned.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 6, 2012 12:50:15 GMT -5
"No, father, that passion of yours for Pipe weed destroyed a masterpiece... It's burned ,you know, BUR-NED!"
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Sept 6, 2012 12:54:58 GMT -5
"Then replace it." He said still unconcerned. He loved winding his son up as it was so easy. "After all it was a present was it not? Is it not up to me how it is treated?"
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 6, 2012 13:02:12 GMT -5
"Have you ever heard a word called 'Regards'? That is what you give more for your wine and weed than you give your own son... Why did you always treat me like shit? Because I never was the best warrior? Because I was never and oaf like you?"
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Sept 6, 2012 13:39:36 GMT -5
"If you are so unhappy with being my son boy then leave now." Waymer said coldly his eyes narrowed. "Once you are lord you can tell me what to do but until then I will not hear another thing from you, you understand."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 6, 2012 13:46:34 GMT -5
A shade passed before his eyes and suddenly it came again, the headache. No, please no not again... He sudden realized he had no taken his water mix since he arrived, he looked at his father. "Father, call the maester... please..." and fell on the ground, there he stood still.
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Sept 6, 2012 13:50:22 GMT -5
His father stepped over him and left him there. Eventually a servant came to clear the study and ran to get the Maester.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 6, 2012 14:32:46 GMT -5
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He knocked three times before entering. "Father, may we parley?"
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Sept 6, 2012 14:34:29 GMT -5
There was no reply, his father was now out in the yard inspecting his new horse
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 6, 2012 15:34:46 GMT -5
After no answer Pod tought. He is not here... What does he usually do when I piss him off?... Of course...the yard...
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Lord Aldric Arryn
Zealous 
Warden of the East, Lord of the Eyrie, Defender of the Vale
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Post by Lord Aldric Arryn on Sept 15, 2012 3:50:45 GMT -5
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Lord Arryn arrives at Lord Baelish's solar, looking to the closest guard, "Is his Lordship in?"
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