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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 5, 2016 19:21:01 GMT
Modest by Harrenhal's standards, these rooms are still bigger than any Willis has slept in. Hell, they're bigger than those of half the lords he's served.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 5, 2016 19:23:32 GMT
27/2/whatever year it is
After the ignominious return from the bandit hunt, Willis recovered abed from having several holes punched in him.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 5, 2016 19:28:49 GMT
Septon Jared entered Willis' chamber with some food and wine. Having been a knight himself, he well knew of the comfort food and drink could bring a wounded man and ofttimes company as well. The two of them were barely acquainted but he felt it was his duty to do right by his lord's sworn men.
"Ser Willis," he said quietly, reasoning that loud voices did nothing to help an injured man. "Would you care for some wine?"
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 5, 2016 19:36:38 GMT
Willis had been dozing, but his eyes opened quickly at the voice. He sat up, wincing at the movement, but replied happily. "Shit yes I would, septon. As it turns out, gettin' shot with a crossbow is downright painful, so I'll welcome anything you've got that helps with that."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 5, 2016 19:42:03 GMT
Jared set his tray on the table then closed the door behind him.
"I thought you might have already been given milk of the poppy, so I didn't bring any with me. But wine should help. It helped me a time or two, certainly." He grinned. "I've been there, I know how much war wounds bloody well hurt."
He uncorked the wine. "I miss being a knight, sometimes, but I don't miss the pain. Here, take this." He handed the wineskin over to Willis.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 5, 2016 19:56:58 GMT
"No milk of the poppy. Least, not after the first day or two," He replied before accepting the wine skin and taking a long pull. "It's good to keep you dead to the world, but if I'm not prone to tear all my stitches with the slightest movement, I'd rather have at least some of my senses." He took another drink and handed it back. "You change your mind about pain, meet me in the yard when I'm healed. Never fought a septon before."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 5, 2016 20:14:45 GMT
Jared's grin widened.
"I might take you up on that. My superiors would have a fit, of course, but I'm no good at sitting around all day. I spent too long on the road to be comfortable with that. I'm not too much like other septons, truly. I pray twice a day but I've no taste for quoting the Seven Pointed Star outside of my sermons, or for telling a man not to enjoy his life, as some septons will. And don't worry, the Warrior won't strike you down if you strike me in a fair contest."
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 5, 2016 20:19:49 GMT
"Seems to me, a septon shouldn't be sitting around all day. Not that I can quote the scripture myself, but ain't there something in there about going out into the world and spreading the word? Better it be someone who knows the world than some fat fuck, only knows what he's read." He chuckled. "Meaning no offense to your fellows."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 5, 2016 20:25:22 GMT
That made Jared laugh aloud. "Aye, you've a point there. I've known some who took vows so they could spend their days surrounded by books, or else diddling their choirboys. And such men oft don't give a fig for the gods. But me, aye, I know the world. I'm hoping to do some good among the people of the town soon enough. From what I've heard, our smallfolk need the Mother's love more than most."
He gestured towards the plate of food, cold meat, bread and butter, cheese and apples. "Hungry?"
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 5, 2016 20:30:23 GMT
"Starved." He reached for the plate, but groaned sharply and retracted his hand. "But I may need some help."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 5, 2016 20:36:54 GMT
"I'll help if you like. Or would you prefer me to call one of the maids?"
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 5, 2016 20:42:12 GMT
"Just hand me some fucking food, septon, it don't require a third set of hands." Willis replied, more exasperated at his own invalidity than anything Jared had done.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 5, 2016 20:46:11 GMT
Jared buttered a slice of bread, topped it with meat and handed it over.
"Eat slowly if you can, it should help. Is there anything else you'll be needing while you're stuck in bed?"
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 5, 2016 20:52:04 GMT
Willis's method of eating slowly was to stuff his mouth and chew at least a whole five times before swallowing. Once his mouth was empty, he paused. "Could do with some atonement, I suppose. Got some men killed by bein' a fuckin' fool." He said quietly.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 5, 2016 20:58:47 GMT
"Bloody hell!" Jared exclaimed. "At least you are honest, though. Many men would prefer to ignore such an act. Tell me about it. Confession is the beginning of atonement."
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