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Post by The Horror on Dec 17, 2018 11:48:30 GMT
A humble tailor shop in the Valyrian Quarter owned by the infamous Lord Gaelyn.
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Post by The Horror on Dec 17, 2018 14:12:18 GMT
"This is it, my beautiful little store. Built with muscle and sweat... By my slaves, of course. From the time when I still had those." Gaelyn laughed uncomfortably. Everything he did or sad seemed to have the power to sound uncomfortable. "This is where Laenar said he'd come to collect the payment."
"You can hide in that corner, whenever he pops up you jump on him and stab him on the throat. Deal?" The lord said excitedly, clearly ignoring the fact that Z did not answer to him and neither was that part of the plan.
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 17, 2018 14:26:26 GMT
“And what will you be doing with the money that you were given for him?” Zeleika asked. She glanced around the store in a bored manner.
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Post by The Horror on Dec 17, 2018 15:55:09 GMT
"I would give it to you so you could take it back to my bud Jon." Gaelyn once again let out his anxious laugh. "After the goodwill he has shown me, I would never... Say... Run away with this heavy sack of Honors."
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 17, 2018 16:20:43 GMT
“Of course.” Z said. She jumped up to sit on the counter of the shop, taking her dagger out again and poking a hole in the wooden top with the tip of the blade.
“You, naturally wouldn’t be stupid enough to do that.”
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Post by The Horror on Dec 17, 2018 16:23:54 GMT
Z could see Gaelyn swallow dry, a drop of sweat running down his face.
"Yeah, never. Ha ha ha ha ha."
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 17, 2018 16:32:38 GMT
Zeleika smiled, looking feline.
“Or you could just give me one of the bags and see how far you get with the other.” She suggested.
Her dagger dug a little deeper in the wood.
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Post by The Horror on Dec 17, 2018 17:53:11 GMT
Gaelyn carefully took a step backwards. With an awkward smile on his face (an expression that was one inch from pure terror) he laid the bag of gold on the counter.
"I know not to take Jonarth's trust for granted. Here, you can hold both while Laenar is not here." He said. "But could you please stop doing that to my counter? That is pine, do you know how hard is to get pine around this place."
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 17, 2018 18:04:18 GMT
“Oops.” Z said as the dagger dug deeper. “A shame.”
She slid off the counter and smiled again. “Shall we play a game?”
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Post by The Horror on Dec 18, 2018 9:43:22 GMT
"Under normal circumstances, I'd love to hear that coming from a woman. I mean, you are really gorgeous, I'm tempted to say yes, even though I can guess you do not mean anything sexual." Gaelyn took another step back, and the another. That was a that type of moment that one started to rethink his life choices. Maybe getting your knees broken wasn't that bad afterall.
"You are scaring me. I do not think this was part of the deal." He took yet another step, but this time his posh little boot heel got caught on a piece of cloth that he had left lying around. Gaelyn stumbled and fell with his back flat on the ground. "Fuck... Fuck... Fuck..."
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 18, 2018 10:13:59 GMT
“I just wanted to play catch.” Zeleika answered. “We have some time do we not?”
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Post by The Horror on Dec 18, 2018 10:29:39 GMT
"Hopefully not." Gaelyn tried to get up, but stumbled once again, now falling against a displayed set of cloth rolls. As he tried to escape the embrace his own traitorous materials, he tangled himself even more in his cocoon of Doom. "Damn this... HELP! HELP! SHE'S GOING TO HURT ME! LAENAR WHERE ARE YOU? LAENAAAAR!"
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 18, 2018 10:52:48 GMT
Zeleika sighed.
“Catch.” She said, throwing her dagger aimed for his head.
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Post by The Horror on Dec 18, 2018 11:16:02 GMT
(DEX: 68 - Miss)
Z's dagger flies across the room, but with Gaelyn struggling amidst the cloths it is difficult to get a good aim of his head. The blade makes a dry thump sound right beside his left it as it digs into the floor boards.
"STOP! STOOOOOP! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?" Gaelyn started sobbing. "I did nothing to Jon, I always paid him on time."
Struggling like a worm in pain, Gaelyn accidentally hit a small table, standing over which a set of candles illuminated the room. His eyes caught the candles trying to find their balance, his heart stopped for a second. It all seemed to be moving in slow motion now, Z saw the flames slowly fall towards the pile of cloth that was Lord Gaelyn.
"Shitshitshit... Help me. Come one!" He begged as the fire started licking an expensive piece of silk.
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Post by Zeleika on Dec 18, 2018 11:30:14 GMT
“Damn.” Zeleika remarked; Silk was expensive. And Jon would be annoyed at her if she let this place burn down she decided.
She stamped on the flames to put them out.
“Who said Jon had anything to do with this?” She asked.
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