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Post by Aerion Flowers on Jul 4, 2018 1:26:38 GMT 1
"It wouldn't help if I promised you it would please at least two, I suppose, eh?" he laughs, knowing he likely won't get the introduction from the young lordling.
"Can you at least promise to try to put in a good word if you're speaking to her directly? Unless of course you fall for her yourself upon closer inspection."
[Suggested partial outcome: Non-public help, if it comes up. I think that's a yield for Aerion though (unless the suggested partial victory requires him not to yield this round, then i'll take frustration and roll again.)]
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Post by Father on Jul 4, 2018 12:37:29 GMT 1
[Since it's a PC we're looking at, I'm not very inclined to involve NPC's much.]
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Post by Aerion Flowers on Jul 4, 2018 13:15:59 GMT 1
[Fair. I'll accept the conditions of your surrender.. Er, I mean, Aerion yields. Good talk ]
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Post by Father on Jul 5, 2018 0:46:38 GMT 1
"If she were to ask a Tyrell, any Tyrell, about your qualities, I believe we all will only have good things to say, ser" He winks. "Aside from certain episodes that the gallant should never speak of again"
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Post by Aerion Flowers on Jul 8, 2018 19:30:35 GMT 1
"Then that is all that I can ask. Such episodes had different participants, or so the stories go. But alas, we are but two such men of gallantry, and I believe another awaits your audience. Until we meet again, brother." Aerion bows, and despite no familial ties, truly means the final term as much as any two men of blood.
Aerion takes his leave and makes his way to a table with food on it, missing some of the cooks from highgarden over the last two years. [/scene?]
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Post by Father on Jul 8, 2018 20:12:35 GMT 1
[scene]
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