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Post by Alliser on Oct 2, 2018 19:37:34 GMT 1
Lord Alliser had made his way to Gardenton after the show and bath, seeking some comforts in the fine wine offered. He also sent a page to go collect Ser Robyn and congratulate him on his performance in the joust. He was sitting down, enjoying the fruit if the arbor with his feet up, reclining lazily as he waits.
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Post by Alliser on Oct 11, 2018 3:14:46 GMT 1
The large knight meets him, "M'lord" He drawls. Robyn was an uncouth man, but vicious with the maul and strong as an ox. Not much for words, Alliser relays to the knight his concern about Mikel, and his hope that Ser Robyn would protect the knight and; given an opportunity, relieve Otho his place in this mortal realm. Robyn replies that Otho is just as like to send Robyn to the Maesters tent as Robyn would be to send Otho to meet the father. Alliser accepts his assessment, trusting that his knight knew his limits and told him to only strike at Otho if he could be ensured a killing strike.
Now that he had his instructions placed, we went out in search of Ser Roland. Hoping that Ser Robyn's skill in the joust impressed him enough to allow him onto his team.
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 11, 2018 12:16:42 GMT 1
Lord Levalle's timing was good - perhaps unsurprising for such a crafty man. Good timing was a skill, or perhaps it was simply the cunning to make use of such opportunities as arose? Whatever the matter, he came upon Ser Roland as the knight was departing for his confession with Septon Abelar.
Roland was wary given Lord Levalle's vile reputation, but could not easily turn down a direct request for a conversation with his social better.
He bowed, acknowledging his better, even if the man had soiled the rank his was born to.
"Good evening my Lord. I am afraid I have but a moment or two, lest I keep my Septon waiting and risk the wrath of the Seven."
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Post by Alliser on Oct 11, 2018 17:38:10 GMT 1
He smiles at the Knight, "then let us dispense with the pleasantries then. For I am not one to keep a man from his commune with the gods." He gestures openly, "I was hoping you would take on my man Ser Robyn onto your melee team."
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 12, 2018 9:18:32 GMT 1
Doubtless some Levalle scheme is a work here for the Spongeholder to approach me, rather than Ser Robyn himself.
"A generous offer my Lord, but I have yet to confirm the exact terms as to the number and make-up of my team. I do not know Ser Robyn, and while I have observed his prowess I cannot vouch for his character or discipline."
"Have you a team of your own already? I must admit must men I speak to inquire as to places for themselves, not others."
Mayhap this is the wrong battlefield for a man more used to wielding sponges than swords, or he is too craven to fight?
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on Oct 16, 2018 10:44:04 GMT 1
Roland and Lord Levalle only had time to exchange brief words as the former's appointment kept things short. Had the conversation carried on pleasantries may have turned to to unpleasantness.
If anything it was a relief to Roland - he did not relish confession, but at least it kept him from being trapped in one of the Spongeholder's schemes. Or perhaps it only bought him time, and on less favourable ground. After all, Lord Levalle was a patient and cunning man.
[OOC: hopefully it is ok to /scene this now we've moved to D8 to avoid having to retcon things/react after the fact and cause weird timeline issues, happy to pick up the topic again later!]
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