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Post by Father on Mar 15, 2019 12:17:03 GMT 1
And what does Daeron intend to do about it, Gormon inquiries, too polite to point out that he have taken note and acted as he thinks is necessary.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Mar 15, 2019 12:40:55 GMT 1
“Me? I intend to warn my friends and allies that danger is afoot. I also hope to use it as a call to arms. The deaths of Lord Jon and Lady Helicent do the realm harm, but in death even the prickliest of individuals can be remade as martyrs.”
Changing the subject, he adopts a lighter and more interested tone.
“Anyway, I had hoped to speak with you about happier things. How is your niece, Lady Joanna?”
Smooth transition. Now he’ll know me as a loyal partisan AND as a wily thinker as he thinks of my proposition.
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Post by Father on Mar 15, 2019 14:49:53 GMT 1
Two occurrences remains coincidence, a third is needed for a pattern to be confirmed, Gormon notes. His primary suspicion when it comes to Lady Helicent is that she were killed in revenge for her part in the circumstances surrounding the death of Lord Bryce. Whether she actually is responsible for the deed, Lord Gormon does not know, but she most likely have a good idea as to who did it. He himself has his own suspicions, but only educated guesses. An act in haste to aggravate tensions may be ill advised, and all one's efforts might come undone should the truth come to light and be of such a nature as to undermine one's narrative.
Lady Joanna is well, Gormon appears highly accustomed to knights asking about her.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Mar 16, 2019 4:02:44 GMT 1
He nods in acknowledgement of Lord Gormon's words. The man, after all, was a political mastermind and his words carried wisdom. Daeron would let the subject be until further information came to light.
"That is good to hear. She seems a delicate soul who requires a gentle and delicate touch from any who might wish to be her future spouse, as well as a man who might protect her from the harsh world outside the walls of Whitegrove.
Anyway, if you would give her my regards and pass on this token of my affection, I would greatly appreciate it."
He hands Lord Gormon an exquisitely well-bound tome of Valyrian poetry translated into the Common tongue of Westeros.
"I didn't know if she favored any particular writers, so I opted for a broad collection of them."
Gift is worth 4 GD, if Lord Gormon decides to spend any time looking through it he finds a short love letter slipped in between some of the pages.
His nickname was Wildfyre, not Subtlefire.
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Post by Father on Mar 16, 2019 9:09:53 GMT 1
Gormon keeps to himself such thoughts as he might have about Daeron matching his own description of a suitable husband. Instead he graciously accepts the gift on her behalf.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on Mar 17, 2019 3:26:24 GMT 1
Daeron gives him a low bow.
"Thank you for your time Lord Peake. I do hope that we cross paths again. Think of me as you continue to look for a suitable spouse for the good lady, especially if you are seeking a new champion for your house."
I've got nothing more for Gormy or any other lords for now. [/scene] if there's nothing else he's got?
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Post by Father on Mar 17, 2019 7:45:13 GMT 1
/scene
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