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Post by Maester Percival on Jul 2, 2016 2:03:02 GMT
Percival thought this was a poor time to point that it was his hand that was not stayed first. He fought to keep his face neutral, and was surely helped by the the dark dungeon. He did not want to insult. Though as he spoke his face did just natural shift into a smirk, "I have nothing but respect and endearment to your wife. I will do everything in my power to aid in a safe birth of the child." He paused for a moment and then added, "I will accept your apology. There is no need to drag out this awkward moment longer." Percival despised him, but he also had found just a sliver of respect for the man. The fact that Lord Donkey had come down to apologize at all proved that under the six pounds of shit, there was at least a small seed planted.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 2, 2016 3:16:00 GMT
"Very well," he replied, standing up while brushing the dirt from his cloths. "There is much to be done before we make leave for Riverrun." Belric stuck his hand out towards Percival, offering to help him up.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jul 2, 2016 3:47:36 GMT
Percival looked at the hand a long time. He did not particularly want to touch this disgusting man. He feigned a small controlled smile, and then reached out and accepted the aid. He did stumble as he rose. His limbs were numb being chained to a wall. He stood straight and began to massage the aches and cramps out of his arms, and then he bent over to focus on his legs. "What must be done?"
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 2, 2016 4:12:48 GMT
"A reply must be sent to Lord Tully," he said. "We must also handle some of this lawlessness before we can break ground on our first two construction projects. Lady Saesha and the Master Mason are hard at work on the preparations for a port and a quarry. I expect she will like to see you when you are ready."
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Post by Maester Percival on Jul 2, 2016 22:29:16 GMT
"I will need to change and wash myself first. I pissed right this robe." Percival replied simply keeping his face blank of any expression again. He was not going to slip up and give this man an excuse.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 6, 2016 5:00:06 GMT
"Do as you must," replied Belric without breaking face. He had been around worse than urine soaked robes.
Belric then walked from the one lonely cell, checking in the guard to let him know that he was now manning an empty dungeon.
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