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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 9, 2016 12:00:02 GMT
Jared had been about to make a remark to Kyle about hiring the local people to work for him when Gerdy's arrival put a stop to that. He was rather surprised to see such a woman and had to fight back a grin as he turned to Willis.
"Gods be good," he whispered to the knight. "What a wench. Where do you suppose she came from? She don't seem like one of the villagers."
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 9, 2016 20:53:58 GMT
Willis had been distracted, trying to catch his breath and let the pain in his back subside, until Jared snapped him out of his reverie. He peered over at the newcomer. "Beyond the Wall, I'd expect. Only place with any giants left, isn't it?"
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Post by Gerdy "Twelve Toes" on Jul 9, 2016 21:13:52 GMT
Gerry's eyes widened as she watched the man poor liquor into her ale, her mouth watering at the mention of stew and steak. "i'll tek it," she said with a lick of her lips. "Me name is Gerdy, ah've come lookin fo' work. ahm canny wi' dogs, thowt the pretty new lord cud put me to work. Cud yee point me in the propah' direction?"
Hearing the snickers of men behind her, Gerdy turned to have a good look. If she wasn't already drooling from the thought of steak, she would be now. She sized both of the men up, undressing them with here eyes. "We' ya look at that... if it aint the best meat harrenhal hez tuh offer. Eithor ov yee hinnies fancy tuh wrestle?"
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 9, 2016 21:41:21 GMT
Willis put on his best charming smile. Wouldn't be the first bar fight (or unwanted advances - he wasn't entirely sure which it was) he had to talk his way out of. "Ma'am, thank you for the invitation. Alas, I had several crossbow bolts inside me only a few days ago, and the man beside me is a septon sworn. By way of apology for our inability to accept, please let me buy your next drink."
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Post by Ser Richard on Jul 9, 2016 21:48:15 GMT
Qhorin stumps in, looks around, slides money for a ale, then finds his way to the most isolated corner.
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Post by Gerdy "Twelve Toes" on Jul 9, 2016 22:16:01 GMT
Willis's response was not was Gerdy had expect, he had in fact been kind to her, a trait most foreign. She was dumbstruck, the look of befuddlement worn upon her face. Not knowing what to say, she simply asked, "Ha about an arm wrestle?"
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 9, 2016 22:27:41 GMT
Willis took a glance at her arms and shook his head. "I'm still a mite too sore for that. In a week or two it will likely be a different story. But," He clapped Jared on the shoulder, "The good septon here will surely oblige. He was just saying how much he enjoyed a good test of strength."
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Post by Gerdy "Twelve Toes" on Jul 9, 2016 22:43:22 GMT
Gerdy took that as an open invitation, pulling a chair free, sitting upon it eagerly. She slammed her elbow upon the table, her open fist ready to receive the septom's. "Wot about it priest?"
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 9, 2016 22:56:26 GMT
Jared laughed. "I was always taught not to fight with a woman but I suppose I might oblige you if you promise not to cry, after."
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Post by Gerdy "Twelve Toes" on Jul 9, 2016 23:02:14 GMT
Gerdy clasped Jared's hand in hers, readying herself for a bit of competition. "Ah promise not tuh cry, but if ah win, yee hev duh show me what's undor those robes." She winked at him suggestively.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 9, 2016 23:07:45 GMT
Jared winced at her manner. "I'll show you nothing," he vowed. "I belong to the gods."
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Post by Gerdy "Twelve Toes" on Jul 9, 2016 23:21:55 GMT
"Ah wes just playin'," she said as she leaned over and tried to poke Jared in his ribs. "The gods did a canny job wif ya, shud be proud tuh show it off."
She tightened her grip, indicating she was ready to begin.
(Unarmed: 60) (Strength: 30)
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 9, 2016 23:28:50 GMT
He rolled his eyes. "Sometimes a pleasant form is as much a curse as a blessing. But yes, let us wrestle."
Strength 30 Unarmed 0
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jul 10, 2016 0:35:23 GMT
Kyle shrugged. Different strokes for different folks. "Castle is west of here," he offered before turning back to other guests. He spies the mason. "Goodman , what is your poison of choice?"
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Post by Ser Richard on Jul 10, 2016 0:46:43 GMT
"Ale" the man grumbles. He wanted a quiet place to drink. Get a few of the older men. Form that corner of graybeards that mutter about recent news. Best place to discuss news.
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