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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on May 28, 2016 22:01:52 GMT
"Change is good, change bought as King Daemon as you said. But listen here now girl. I am old closer to my 40th nameday then I would like to admit. This new world we have before us is for your generation and for Belric. No I will be happy to tend to my horses and to grow old with food in my stomach and a roof over my head. A bastard should be happy with that."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on May 28, 2016 22:05:50 GMT
I'm glad I'm not a bastard, she thought. After all. she would probably not have been allowed to leave the motherhouse if that were so.
"As long as you are happy," she replied. "I only thought that you might not be, now our family is rising high. But I know you a little better now, and I'm thankful for that."
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on May 28, 2016 22:09:45 GMT
Tallahar had never been thankful for getting to know someone better, "Um right, good to know you too sister." Suddenly remembering this was something of a celebration, "Would you like a drink?" Asked Tallahar offering up the wineskin.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on May 28, 2016 22:14:06 GMT
"Perhaps just a little," she said. "The septas didn't allow us to drink wine."
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on May 28, 2016 22:16:02 GMT
"It is some red wine I found from some Lords larder in the city. Dornish I believe." Tallahar showed a rare smile, "Good that we can finally take something from those bastards after they hounded us for years."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 28, 2016 22:17:43 GMT
Belric swiped the Wineskin before Violet could grab it. He took a long drink, despite his hatred for anything Dornish.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on May 28, 2016 22:30:07 GMT
"I've never tried Dornish wine," Violet admitted. "It wasn't popular in Harroway's Town after I returned from the motherhouse. I thought the Arbor was supposed to make the best wines?"
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 28, 2016 22:52:57 GMT
"The wine is the best thing that comes out of Dorn..." Belric took one last swig before handing the wineskin back to Tallahar. "And it tastes like dog piss."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on May 28, 2016 22:57:25 GMT
"Then I won't try it," Violet said, with a little frown. "That sounds horrid, truly."
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Post by Ser Tallahar Rivers on May 28, 2016 22:58:45 GMT
"Yes brother and sister but it is free dog piss. His Grace only allowed some limited looting and it was the best I could find." With that Tallahar took a long drink from his free wine.
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Post by Boros on May 28, 2016 23:05:22 GMT
Hoster's impromptu awakening broke Belric's train of thought. He did what he could understand his uncles ramblings, but found himself unable to decipher the slurs. Belric had a good ear for drunk speak, having spent so much time around soldiers, however Hoster was a man who had earned his reputation. "Uncle, I' dont think you've had enough to drink. I still can't understand a word yer saying" he said through a thunderous laugh. "I said..." Hoster cleared his throat for clarification, maybe he'd have to give up on his accent for better understanding. "I hear the King gon get yer a big to place to live. And now yer and important fellow, ye'll need an escort. There ain't no high and mighty lord without an escort." He laughed with his nephew. "That's wha I brought me friends. Hoster Blackfort an' his Bonny Boys, repo'ting foh duty." "If it ain't mah lil' girls...." Hoster creepily smiled at his newly arriving nieces. "Com' here, ain't you gonna giv' yo' good ol' uncle tha' heartwarming hug, eh?!" His breath was sour and his eyes gave that kind of look that is not really nice well dealing with family, especially if they were 30 years younger than him.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 28, 2016 23:15:51 GMT
"Can you even hold onto your sword right now, Uncle? What would have happened if the camps were attacked moments ago when you were unconscious?" Belric spoke in jest, but he would not be surprised if his words had stung Hoster's ego.
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Post by Boros on May 28, 2016 23:27:29 GMT
"Can you even hold onto your sword right now, Uncle? What would have happened if the camps were attacked moments ago when you were unconscious?" Belric spoke in jest, but he would not be surprised if his words had stung Hoster's ego. "Oy boyo... I've been swingin' me sword long before yer was sucking in yer mama's tits; in states far wors' than this." Hoster grimaced, a shadow hung over his face. He stood up, stumbling just a little, apparently outraged by Belric's comments. "Wai' a moment, boyo, which of me swords do yer mean?" He smiled, letting out a throaty laugh. Hoster gave his nephew a little friendly punch on the shoulder - he'd actually been a little riled up by Belric's statement, but he thought it better to let it slide.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on May 28, 2016 23:33:21 GMT
Belric laughed with Hoster, finding his phallic jape quite clever, "Save us the horror uncle, we wouldn't want to give Edmure a heart attack." He returned the shoulder punch, like the true cave man he was.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on May 28, 2016 23:39:26 GMT
Belric turned his attention to Edmure, rubbing the top of his head, disorienting the lads hair. "And here's little Eddy. A true blooded Blackfort by name, even if his attitude is a bit limp." Belric emphasized the last word, shooting a taunting glare in Edmure's direction. Edmure rose from his seat with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He was as tall as Belric, if not as broad. "My brother is not that much my elder, even though it may be seem so." he remarked jovially to all those nearby, filling his cup with more ale. "Two years isn't it? You're not ageing that well brother, if so. Is that the beginning of a paunch I see? Is that the first signs of grey I see in your hair? You'll look as old as our wine-sodden uncle there by the time you're thirty at this rate."
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