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Post by Tim of Raventree on Nov 10, 2016 18:26:43 GMT
"I can do that," she said. "But remember, I did as you asked. I would beg a few more minutes of your time, if I may. A little medical attention would be most welcome, and perhaps one of your guards could act the role of a brave knight who came to my rescue. I'm sure I need not tell you of the advantage that might be to you."
She hesitated. "And, I would ask one other boon of you, my lord. I would be honoured if you would share your name, considering everything that has happened. Especially as it seems we will be communicating in the future. After all, you know my name."
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Post by The Gambler on Nov 10, 2016 18:39:06 GMT
In answer, the bag was shoved over her head and she had the sensation of being thrown over a horse again, suffering a few more days of uncomfortable riding.
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3rd Moon, 24th Day
When the bag was removed, she found herself sitting on her old nag, with Harrenhal and the God's Eye Lake in the distance. For a moment it all seemed like a bad dream, until she noticed the Valyrian Steel dagger in her saddlebags and that Ser Malcolm was riding beside her on his destrier. It seemed the hooded man had at least granted part of her request.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Nov 10, 2016 19:08:48 GMT
Violet was, unsurprisingly, still in pain, but she was a little cheered by the presence of the dagger and the fact that the hooded man had listened to her suggestion. She decided to be civil to her travelling companion.
"Ser Malcolm," she said politely. "I hope you have had a pleasant ride so far. I have been thinking about the situation. I've decided to go along with your companion's suggestion that Ser Edmure died to save my life and would be most grateful if you would confirm my story when we get to Harrenhal. If I must tell Belric I killed a man, it shall a bandit."
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Post by The Gambler on Nov 10, 2016 19:42:26 GMT
"Until this moment, it was quite pleasant. You couldn't speak," he quipped, removing his greathelm as they road. "I'll back whatever story you wish to tell, just long as it doesn't get us killed. I like my head right where it is." ![](http://pixel.nymag.com/imgs/daily/vulture/2015/10/10/nathan-fillion-firefly.w529.h529.jpg)
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Nov 10, 2016 19:59:28 GMT
"So do I," she replied. "I'm sorry if my speech pains you. But speech distracts a little from my pain, and we must appear to be on civil terms when we arrive at Harrenhal, else it will damage the ruse. So we had better start pretending."
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Post by The Gambler on Nov 10, 2016 20:14:38 GMT
"I wouldn't waste what little sense you got worrying on my account," was his gruff reply. "I'll play my part just fine. Don't I look the part of a valiant protector of damsels in distress?" He flashed a smile that likely would have been charming, bordering on rakish, had he not broken one of Violet's fingers earlier.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Nov 10, 2016 20:19:56 GMT
"You'll do," she said. "A girl can't choose the man who rescues her. But I shall appear suitably grateful when we arrive. In the meantime, do you know how to set a broken finger? I know you're supposed to use a splint, but I never had medical training and it hurts like the Stranger himself has a grip on it."
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Post by The Gambler on Nov 10, 2016 20:45:35 GMT
"Always been better at breaking things, than setting them right," he remarked, clearly not concerned with her pain. "Use it to help sell your harrowing tale."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Nov 10, 2016 21:03:21 GMT
She winced. "As you wish. Perhaps silence will be best, for now."
She fell quiet.
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Post by The Gambler on Nov 10, 2016 21:08:26 GMT
(If you're done here, I will inform you when you can arrive at Harrenhal.)
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Nov 10, 2016 21:28:36 GMT
Ooc - Yeah, nothing new to say right now
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Post by Vex on Nov 15, 2016 10:27:38 GMT
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Afternoon of the 3rd Moon, 24th Day
Dacey, Jormun, Ser Willem, Ser Malcolm and eight Harrenhal knights set off to retrieve some corpses.
Dacey rode next to Ser Malcolm and kept her eyes open for any shenanigans. It seemed that all they'd done since coming here was kill bandits, yet the area was still infested with them.
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Post by The Gambler on Nov 15, 2016 14:22:12 GMT
The first corpse they come across is Edmure's, sitting on the ground on the side of the road, his back to a slender elm. He had been stripped bare, his grievous mortal wounds laid out for the world to witness, beady black eyes staring back out from a few of them, carrion birds who had crawled within the caverns of gore and were feasting on him from the inside out. His own eyes have been pecked out by the birds as well and even now one was perched on his shoulder, alternating between cleaning the blood and vicera out of its black feathers and working at the dead man's ear with its beak.
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Post by Jormun Rivers on Nov 15, 2016 15:51:26 GMT
Dismounting, Jormun begins searching the area for tracks. According to Violet's testimony, Edmure had died as she held him in her arms, but now he was propped up against a tree and naked, clearly having been moved.
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Post by The Gambler on Nov 15, 2016 16:40:26 GMT
As he was not present for Violet's "testimony", the gods alone could determine how Jormun knew that.
He finds a number of hoof prints and a few boot prints in the area, both which have been weighed down by a considerable amount of armor, judging by the deep indents in the frozen dirt.
"He wasn't naked when we left him," Malcolm remarked.
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