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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Sept 27, 2016 3:43:34 GMT
(I never know with Jamie. Anyway that's a disposition bonus?)
Belric clapped his hands once, holding them together for a moment. "Good, you have responded well," he said with a smile, opening his hands. "Tell me your thoughts. I'd not presume to understand an artist's mind, nor how heavy this subject weighs in your heart."
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Post by The Raven on Oct 1, 2016 0:11:46 GMT
(Jaime's Disposition is as high as it will go while you employ Ser Simon.) Jamie walked to a cupboard on the opposite side of the room from the forge. Reaching behind it, he produced a bottle and a pair of cups. He set both down, poured Belric's first, then his. "I've had to hide it from Cat since Jeyne's death. She gets to thinking about her, just a smell or a sound, and she drowns herself. There are others in town, mothers and fathers and siblings, drowning themselves in the same pool. Unlike them, instead of drowning my sorrows, I burn in them."
He tilted his head towards the forge. "It's very easy not to think about people when you're wrestling with iron and fire. If you get hurt, you can see the scars, and the pain vanishes. Losing a child though... And I know your brother was a man, but I think you'll understand this, my lord... Losing a child is like being poisoned by someone you'll never meet. You walk around with this pain in your gut. You're angry at the world every fucking day because somewhere, some fucking traitor has robbed you of the only fucking thing you can think about anymore. And all you can do is wait and hear your gut churning and know there's no cure no matter how much you want it. And all the while you watch strangers live their lives, which only stokes the flames even more. Our little girl is dead, my lord, and every single day, the fire in my gut burns this house down one plank at a time. That's what I think about when I think about Jeyne. Rage."
He didn't refill his cup after the first drink, and he never raised his voice, though his eyes grew wet and his tone harsh in tone, though never threatening.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 1, 2016 4:27:20 GMT
(Death to Simon) Belric listened as Jamie spoke, and followed his lead when he drank. It had been a while since someone had talked to him like a man, and not a brooding lord. He had traded a piece of his humanity for Harrenhal, the same way a commander sacrifices camaraderie for command. Yet here Jamie sat, straight talk and no bullshit.
"Truth be told, I never knew my youngest brother." Belric leaned forward to snatch Jamie's bottle and refill their drinks. "Not really anyways. Not in the same way I know many of my other siblings. We never spent much time together in our youth, he was just a little boy when the war swept up father, Edmure, and I. His death pains me nevertheless. I find myself wondering what his last thoughts were, or if he was in any pain." Belric appeared to be focused on something in the distance, however he quickly snapped back to the present. He gave a simple smile and continued, "I can scarcely imagine the horrors that lurk within your head. You have seen darkest part of hell, and are stubborn enough to keep fighting. My condolences will never be enough, nothing will. But I will remember your daughter's name, a reminder of the priceless loss that can never be reprieved." He raised his glass again, "To Jeyne."
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Post by The Raven on Oct 1, 2016 23:46:29 GMT
Jaime slowly raised his. "To Jeyne." And then pulled it back and drank.
He set it down. "I'll gather the town leaders and discuss the monument. I have a few ideas, but I want them to suit the rest of Harrentown just as well. I can't promise when we'll begin work on it, my lord. Fresh wounds close sew. But I appreciate the balm you're offering us."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 2, 2016 1:20:53 GMT
"There are no timelines for such things. It will take as long as it takes." Belric stood, feeling himself overstaying his welcome. This man had work to do and presence of lord Blackfort was only an interruption.
"I will leave you to your work. Thank you for the drink." He nodded his head gratefully, returning Jamie's bottle and glass.
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Post by Barley on Jan 8, 2017 21:53:00 GMT
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3rd Day 5th Moon
After visiting some Lords at the Keep, Saesha arrived into Harrentown to see how things fared there, hoping the increased traffic would be increasing the towns coin flow. She went first to see Jaime the Smith, who she viewed as the de facto town leader.
She had left Ser Simon at home for this.
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Post by The Raven on Jan 8, 2017 22:45:36 GMT
//////////3rd Day 5th MoonAfter visiting some Lords at the Keep, Saesha arrived into Harrentown to see how things fared there, hoping the increased traffic would be increasing the towns coin flow. She went first to see Jaime the Smith, who she viewed as the de facto town leader. Harrentown is a different place than the cold, haunted city she first encountered. Here, customers and men of quality stroll the streets while people sell their finest goods. Belric's tax amnesty has already produced a thriving community and viable atmosphere for commerce. She finds Jaime working on armor for Ser Ned Bracken, who lingers outside with two of his men. He bows low ('My lady') and returns to smoking his pipe. Inside the building, she finally sees Jaime's wife, a thin woman of yellow hair and brown eyes in a clean but simple dress. Behind her, Jaime and an apprentice are hard at work. "My lady!" Bows the woman with proper reverence. She might be Saesha's age, but despair has aged her already.
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Post by Barley on Jan 8, 2017 23:15:35 GMT
After offering a warm greeting to Ser Ned, Saesha entered the forge.
"Good day Madam," Saesha did not curtsey to the low born blacksmith's wife, but gave her a respectful incline of her head in way of greeting."I hope I find you well enough?"
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Post by The Raven on Jan 8, 2017 23:29:59 GMT
After offering a warm greeting to Ser Ned, Saesha entered the forge. "Good day Madam," Saesha did not curtsey to the low born blacksmith's wife, but gave her a respectful incline of her head in way of greeting."I hope I find you well enough?" "Indeed, my lady. Ser Ned has paid us a goodly sum to tinker with his armor. Make it presentable for the tourney and such after the war and what." Jaime approached the pair of women, slick with sweat. "Cat. Tell Ser Ned I'll have it in fighting shape before the day is out, but if he still wants the horse design painted, I'll have to keep it over night." Cat obeyed her husband, leaving the pair together. "My lady... I hope this tourney finds you well."
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Post by Barley on Jan 8, 2017 23:40:04 GMT
"I am glad that Ser Ned has such good taste in blacksmiths" Saesha replied, surprised he'd not sorted that before making the journey. She smiled Cat out as she left her alone with her husband.
"Good day, master Blacksmith, the Tourney finds me in good spirits, I hate to be idle, it seems to be serving you well also. Ned Bracken is my brother's cousin, I am happy he has chosen here to have his armour tended, I know you will do the best job."
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Post by The Raven on Jan 11, 2017 18:48:50 GMT
Jaime nodded. Like most peasants, he found it easier to assume everyone with a surname was somehow already related to everyone else with a surname. They certainly all seemed to know each other. "I would also like to thank you and your husband. If he had not been so lenient with us upon his arrival, Harrentown would have been ill-prepared for this tourney. I certainly wouldn't be able to afford the materials to serve all these fine gentlemen."
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Post by Barley on Jan 11, 2017 19:10:48 GMT
"it was not lenience," Saesha said, then smiled slightly, with a hint of sadness in her eyes, "It was a small step in the direction of justice. But if it has helped in any way, then you are welcome, as is the rest of the town. We all thrive together, do we not?"
The question was rhetorical and she did not pause for longer than to let the sentiment hang for a moment, "Ever since we arrived here I have harboured a growing respect for you, and it is for that reason I am confident that you will not take what I am about to say with any kind of contrived meaning. This tournament is very important for Harrentown and Harrenhal and I think it would be greatly dampened by anything unfortunate happening during the commotion of the tourney."
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Post by The Raven on Jan 11, 2017 19:29:13 GMT
Jaime nodded again. "There have been a few incidents in the forest already. Some minstrel made light of our tragedy and had fashioned a mummer's idea of Danelle Lothston's altar. Charged newcomers for a peek behind the veil of horrors. A few local boys sorted him out, and left him lying in a ditch after claiming his tongue as a performance tax."
He scratched his beard. "But the township itself has been civil. I'll have the village council issue a discrete warning tonight, if that would help put my lady at ease."
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Post by Barley on Jan 11, 2017 19:39:03 GMT
"It would very much. I am sorry some people are so hard as to think such cruelty amusing, but I would also rather have these things dealt with properly, rather than by vigilantes." She was not chastising him though, just making talk, "My thoughts did lie in a more specific direction... that being in regards to Simon Whent. Whilst my husbands promise stands on foundations stronger than those of the keep itself, it would look very bad to any who were not around to witness the horrific circumstances in which the promise was made if someone murdering a household knight were shown the perceived mercy of being permitted to take the black" She said as delicately as she could.
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Post by The Raven on Jan 12, 2017 19:09:23 GMT
Jaime nodded a third time, but more slowly. "Indeed, my lady. Harrentown's affairs are not the affairs of outsiders. This matter will stay between your family, Simon Whent, his killer, and the gods."
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