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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Jun 3, 2016 18:43:38 GMT
Dacey matched his smile. "I do," she said. "Everything else 's just noise." She stepped away from the table and started towards the entrance, only slowing down when she spotted a familiar figure out of the corner of her eye. Yoren felt very uncomfortable right about now, even if he was finishing laughing, this was still his future Lady of the keep he would serve, and belric's comparison to the maiden while unbelievably funny, was also a bit of a sting. He could only hope that like much things, a nights rest might help everyone forget this night "Yoren," she called, stopping next to his seat. "Did ya have a talk with Belric yet? 'Bout stickin' around?" she asked. "Oh, hey Dacey." Yoren said with a nod, knowing her from the battles they fought together as he gave her a friendly smile, "I did. He said yes..." He said, brimming with joy at that as he pointed a thumb to his chest, "I'm a new knight of harrenhal, starting tommarow when I take my vows." He said. "Congratulations on the bow." He said as a compliment, knowing that it was a great bow to have, if one of the targaryen's used it, even if it was a bastard. "I hope it's good to use."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 3, 2016 18:45:57 GMT
"Depends on the target," Gareth remarked, unimpressed. "No sane assassin would want to face Daemon sober. Better when he's deep in his cups, slumbering away. Besides, we can't guard all their rooms at once."
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Post by Vex on Jun 3, 2016 18:52:00 GMT
"Oh, hey Dacey." Yoren said with a nod, knowing her from the battles they fought together as he gave her a friendly smile, "I did. He said yes..." He said, brimming with joy at that as he pointed a thumb to his chest, "I'm a new knight of harrenhal, starting tommarow when I take my vows." He said. "Congratulations on the bow." He said as a compliment, knowing that it was a great bow to have, if one of the targaryen's used it, even if it was a bastard. "I hope it's good to use." She offered him a small smile. "Good to have ya with us again," she said, and glanced the bow in her hand before turning back to him. "Thanks. I've no doubt it will be. In fact, I'm goin to try it out right now."
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Post by Ser Richard on Jun 3, 2016 18:58:03 GMT
"Depends on the target," Gareth remarked, unimpressed. "No sane assassin would want to face Daemon sober. Better when he's deep in his cups, slumbering away. Besides, we can't guard all their rooms at once." "No sane assassin would even consider Daemon with the Lord Commander within eyesight. Drunk or not. But I don't know about the rooms" Richard admitted. He would listen to the man if he could hear of his thoughts "What do you do to cover that? Other guards, Patrols?
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 3, 2016 19:25:10 GMT
She headed towards the Bracken, trying to remember his name (if she had ever known it). She felt that she was not yet ready to present herself to the princes since she wasn't even accustomed to dealing with members of lordly houses. Her training could take her a long way, of course, but experience would have to do the rest. As she approached the table, she made sure to step into Bracken's view "Are ladies allowed to play dice?" She asked, curious. Ser Whalen Bracken, only son and heir of Lord Harys Bracken, was watching the dice intently and did not even look in her direction despite Violet being in his peripherals. The gathered crowd cheered as a 7 came up on the bone dice, that apparently being a winning number, as Bracken slapped Prince Daemon on the back with a hearty laugh.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 3, 2016 19:25:19 GMT
Nyles watches his sister leave a second and then grabs her dinner cloth. He'd have to improvise a favor. He looks about for a serving girl bringing drinks to the Prince (observation 30). There was one serving girl who kept bringing trays of drinks to the demanding makeshift dicing table, most of them to the two princes present there, who were being looked over by the grim Ser Gareth the Grey. the white knight having a conversation with Nyles' Uncle Richard without really looking at the man. No money makes it a challenge to sneak to a gambling table, so after a moment's thought Nyles flags the girl down. "Excuse me, miss?" He did his best to look harried and desperate. "A beautiful maiden has invited Prince Daemon to join her for a drink of some better wine than can be found at the feast, but..." He did his best to look shamed, "I forgot he has a twin brother! Could you please help me pass the message along? I...can't tell them apart." Charm 30
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 3, 2016 19:29:35 GMT
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"The chamberlain was adamant I not speak to the princes unless spoken to, milord," the serving woman replied, in a worried and apologetic tone, looking eager to be back at the table with the tray of drinks before they got rowdy.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 3, 2016 19:32:59 GMT
"No sane assassin would even consider Daemon with the Lord Commander within eyesight. Drunk or not. But I don't know about the rooms" Richard admitted. He would listen to the man if he could hear of his thoughts "What do you do to cover that? Other guards, Patrols? "Do what we can," Gareth replied. "Pull some of the personal guard to fill the caps, ensure their rooms are close together, plan overlapping patrols. Still not enough, not for an assassin worth the gold he'd charge to kill a royal."
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Post by Sigfry Deddings on Jun 3, 2016 19:35:19 GMT
"Oh, hey Dacey." Yoren said with a nod, knowing her from the battles they fought together as he gave her a friendly smile, "I did. He said yes..." He said, brimming with joy at that as he pointed a thumb to his chest, "I'm a new knight of harrenhal, starting tommarow when I take my vows." He said. "Congratulations on the bow." He said as a compliment, knowing that it was a great bow to have, if one of the targaryen's used it, even if it was a bastard. "I hope it's good to use." She offered him a small smile. "Good to have ya with us again," she said, and glanced the bow in her hand before turning back to him. "Thanks. I've no doubt it will be. In fact, I'm goin to try it out right now." "You are?" Yoren asked as he looked out towards the exit to the sept, "Would you care for some company? I'm not much for parties like this. Not when Belric is off, well...doing the deed." He sad, wanting to get some fresh air anyway.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jun 3, 2016 19:37:44 GMT
She headed towards the Bracken, trying to remember his name (if she had ever known it). She felt that she was not yet ready to present herself to the princes since she wasn't even accustomed to dealing with members of lordly houses. Her training could take her a long way, of course, but experience would have to do the rest. As she approached the table, she made sure to step into Bracken's view "Are ladies allowed to play dice?" She asked, curious. Ser Whalen Bracken, only son and heir of Lord Harys Bracken, was watching the dice intently and did not even look in her direction despite Violet being in his peripherals. The gathered crowd cheered as a 7 came up on the bone dice, that apparently being a winning number, as Bracken slapped Prince Daemon on the back with a hearty laugh. Dice games were outside Violet's realm of experience since they had not been permitted at the motherhouse and none of her friends there had been much interested in illicit games of chance. So she watched for a moment, trying to comprehend the rules. Summoning her courage, since she had to make friends somehow, she decided to make another attempt to get the knight's attention. Moving a bit closer, she said, as loudly as she dared "I heard that a maiden's kiss can bring a man luck when he plays dice." Sseduction 50
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 3, 2016 19:39:24 GMT
It took Nyles exactly one day of being promoted to minor noble to despise servants. "Of course he did," he grumbled. Wel, how dull. He shrugged and walked up to the table. His three copper coins jingled in his pocket. "You ahead, Your Grace?" He asked the prince.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 3, 2016 19:47:57 GMT
"No, but one of the benefits of losing your coin among friends is that you don't usually have to pay for the drinks after," Daemon replied lightly, despite the fact he was down to his last two gold dragons. The lion's share of the small fortune on the table seemed to be in front of a Stormlands lad, a Dondarrion by his sigil. "Care to toss some bones with us Blackfort?"
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Post by Vex on Jun 3, 2016 19:49:44 GMT
"You are?" Yoren asked as he looked out towards the exit to the sept, "Would you care for some company? I'm not much for parties like this. Not when Belric is off, well...doing the deed." He sad, wanting to get some fresh air anyway. Dacey nodded. " 'Course," she said. "I'm not much for parties like this, either." She started leading the way to wherever their assigned rooms were as she still needed a change of clothes. And arrows. She needed to pick up some of those, too. "What d'you think of the city?" she asked as they walked.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 3, 2016 19:52:37 GMT
"My brother has the gold and the land," he said. "I just got the looks. My sister wanted to know if you'd prefer an alternate form of entertainment. She was wondering if you could show her the best way to hold her new bow."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 3, 2016 19:58:28 GMT
Daemon nodded and leaned over to whisper something to his brother Haegon, who nodded.
"In that case, I must insist you take my last two coins. Maybe your brother's luck is a family trait," Daemon took Nyle's hand and deposited the two gold pieces, then picked up the dice and placed them in Nyles' palm as well, though he swore for a moment they had fallen out of the prince's sleeve. "New shooter!" Daemon called out, looking at Nyles expectantly.
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