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Post by Boros on Jun 13, 2016 18:14:23 GMT
Where Hoster works and inhabits. He has ordered a barrel of wine to be brought in for his private enjoyment.
Current Occupant: Hoster Blackfort
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 16, 2016 19:43:23 GMT
2nd Moon, 22nd Day
Belric entered Hoster's office, he had little time to talk to his uncle over the past week since taking back Harrenhal. Finally finding a moment, he decided now was as good a time as any.
"Uncle, may I have a word?" Belric asked, taking a step through the threshold and into the room.
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Post by Boros on Jun 16, 2016 19:59:07 GMT
Hoster was out of duty this afternoon, considering he was not very welcome in the Tavern in Harrentown, he had gotten used to drink alone sitting on his desk. Had he been educated Belric might have found his uncle deep focused in books or reports of his c astle duty... But that was definitely not the case, which might make the idea of having an Office pretty useless.
"Com', com', laddie..." Hoster gestured to his nephew to seat on the vacant chair before him. "Afternoon off, eh?! New boys are slowly gittin' in shape." Strangely, the last two weeks Hoster had seen a very unusual version of himself. To say he actually worked hard might be a bit of a stretch, but it was clear how committed he was to his new job.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 17, 2016 1:29:11 GMT
"I would hardly say I'm 'off,' I'm not sure I get that luxury anymore." Belric took the seat Hoster offered him, a grim expression worn upon his face. "The commoners have taken up a hatred for you uncle, have they not? I had assumed you were hiding out up here to avoid the mob."
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Post by Boros on Jun 17, 2016 1:41:31 GMT
"Ah feel like a fish out o' mah pond, Tis ain' no Harroway's, nephew..." Hoster sipped on his mug, his expression grim, but a slight touch of melancholy could be heard in his tone. "Feckin' peasants 'ave no respect. Back 'ome, people used ta hate me aight, but they sure knew who gave the orders."
"Tis still tha' fecking'' affair wi' the pervert... Ah'll tell ye, boyo, ah don' repent it one bit. Tha' fecker should 'ave known to respect da Lord's sistah." His wooden mug hit the table with a thud, his hand gripping the handle as if he was trying to strangle it. "How's Vi doin'? Poor gal, ne'er seen one innocent like 'er. Ah seen her face when da bugger got nak'd, seem'd like the image would never git out o' 'er mind."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 17, 2016 2:59:15 GMT
The concern on Belric's face hardened as he listened to his uncle justify the murder. The old man had indeed stripped naked in front of Violet, however there was little chance the pervert's intentions were malicious. Belric had a hard time judging a senile old man for wanting to bed a pretty girl.
"Violet has had it rough since we left Kings Landing. With the incident involving the old man, seeing the massacre in the great hall, and finding the corpses of the Lady Lothson's sacrificed children, I would say Violet has had to endure more than she bargained for." Belric started to laugh, "Not to mention Saesha inviter her to bed with us. Poor girl turned white like the snow." Belric took a moment for Hoster and him to gain their composure. "I would be smart to marry her to a proper Lord, and get her away from this hell."
"I have a difficult choice in front of me, uncle," Belric's mood turned serious again. "On one hand, you murdered an old man and the people want justice. On the other, you are the captain of my guard and acted upon my orders to keep Violet safe. You've never lied to me, and I can hardly reward loyalty with discipline, but something must be done."
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Post by Boros on Jun 17, 2016 9:43:02 GMT
As Belric spoke Hoster's mood went from barely melancholically to a much more usual slightly pissed. His eyes slitted and his bushy eyebrows arched down. No one liked to be punished, especially Hoster. "Do what you must, nephew..." He said in stone cold briefness. Hoster's years in the city guard had given him a taste of what punishment meant.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 17, 2016 16:26:48 GMT
"Pack up your things, uncle." He said very matter of factly. "I'm sending you from these walls, hopefully the people will forget your face in your absence. You are charged with capturing the two men who abandoned Dacey, Edmure, and Jormun while they were on the hunt. Bring them back to me, alive, and I will considerer the crime forgiven." Belric leaned forward in his chair, "There are also reports of bandits roaming my lands. If you come across them, count their numbers and see if you, or one of your whisperers, can't infiltrate their ranks. Kill the leader if at all possible, and mount his head on a pike for the men to find in the morning. I will not tolerate banditry."
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Post by Boros on Jun 17, 2016 17:12:00 GMT
Hoster's mood, and grip, lightened throughout Belric's line. He was expecting some capital punishment; searching for bandits was a piece of cake comparing to having your back stripped naked before the public eye and lashed until your flesh was searing with lascerations. He personally knew that, just because of the sheer number of lashings he had ordered during his small captainship at Harroway's Guard.
"Tis funny tha' ye bring up tha' topic..." Hoster said, drinking from his mug. He opened an almost invisible smug grin. "Ah already 'ave some o' mah men lookin' into tha' ma'er. As soon as ah git some information on them, ah'll be ready ta leave." He paused for a bit. "When da time comes, may ah take mah Boys? Maybe Will's and tha' big headed boyo tha' ah keep fohgettin' da name."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 17, 2016 18:00:25 GMT
"I had figured as much." Belric said, referencing his uncles attempts to capture the deserters. "Take your boys, and Willis if you must, but leave me Yoren. I may have need of him here, that hammer of his can be very useful in a pinch."
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Post by Boros on Jun 19, 2016 13:43:40 GMT
"Aye, aye, m'lord." Hoster said nodding. He finished his mug and set it aside. "Them feckers will kno' wha' 'appens when ye feck wi' a Blackfort."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 20, 2016 1:51:29 GMT
Belric glared at Hoster, "Do what you can to make it look like you are trying to help the common people. Your reputation could use a heroic boost."
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Post by Boros on Jun 20, 2016 22:05:27 GMT
"Ah'll tell ye: Ah don' care. Da people need not ta like me, nephew..." Hoster muttered, he had never seen himself as heroic or anything, he could leave that kind of bullshit for Richard and his fancy white cloak. " Ah just need ta do mah job an' that's it. They liking it or not."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 20, 2016 22:19:15 GMT
"I need a reason to not strip your back, uncle. It matters little wether you care what the people think. It matters what I think, and I am ordering you to have a wider view of the political game I am trying to play." Belric leaned back in his chair, "You are one the few men I trust, because I know your heart is black. You don't have to convince me, just convince the populous."
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Post by Boros on Jun 20, 2016 22:47:06 GMT
Hoster snorted but nodded.
"Ah'll try, kiddo."
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