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Post by Lord Valerion Maegyr on Jan 4, 2019 2:51:00 GMT
Lord Valerion Maegyr's solar was a testament to his austerity. While spacious, only a bare table, used as a writing desk, with two chairs was present. Various swords, shields and other martial items adorned the walls. The only other concession to luxury was a Myrish carpet on the stone floor, below the desk. House Maegyr's gold and black colours that Valerion had adapted as his own in the colony were only seen sparingly. Two of Valerion's men stood outside guarding the heavy door when he was present.
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Post by Lord Valerion Maegyr on Jan 4, 2019 3:08:43 GMT
Valerion sat at his desk studying a itemised account, his brother occupying the other chair. Valerion passed across a list to Gaemon and leaned back in his chair.
"I think that if I was to undertake this mission, this should cover what is needed. It's taken some time to source all of this and cost it.' He frowned. "As you can no doubt guess brother, I'm not cut out for this sort of task.
How brow still furrowed, Valerion gestured towards the paper. "You can see the costs listed. It is of course beyond our capacity to pay for all this."
He leaned across and selected another document from the two or three remaining on his desk and handed it to his brother. As he did so, he smiled. "Fortunately our 'friend' does have the capacity to pay."
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Post by The Terror on Jan 8, 2019 4:47:05 GMT
Today, the warrior wore plain blue robes that only partly revealed his youthful but intimidating physique.
Gaemon whistled as he studied the list. "Is it your intention to bleed out the Golden Khal or Lord Caltarys? It is now apparent even to my nigh illiterate self why you called upon the Lord Treasurer." The warrior laughed. "I should like to see the bloodmonger's face when he inspects the bill of sale."
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Post by Lord Valerion Maegyr on Jan 20, 2019 10:20:31 GMT
Valerion smiled coldly.
"As would I. He wants the Golden Khal and wants me - a Lord of Valyrian blood, a member of one of the oldest families of Volantis to capture it for him, like a hired hand. He pays for both the Khal and the insult."
He reached for a number of rolled parchments on his desk. "Here is the Treasurer's order for the requested monies to be advanced to me."
Valerion briefly perused the other.
"The second is a contract for the Golden Khal to be signed between himself and myself, outlining the terms of our agreement and our respective obligations to the other. There are three copies to be signed by Lord Caltarys. You can see I have signed all three. One wll remain wth Lord Catarys, one with myself the remaining copy to be lodged with the Temple of R'hllor as witness.
He looked at Gaemon. "Your task is to see the contract signed and lodged with all respective parties. Once that is done I shall proceed."
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Post by The Terror on Jan 25, 2019 1:23:44 GMT
Gaemon squints to read the fine print before setting it down. "The red woman will be at the Masquerade and Lord Cowardys shall loathe to appear the scoundrel in public. Seems an apt opportunity as any. Besides, I would rather not deal with the other priest... they both have a foxy look, but his guise is too literal for my taste."
Gaemon had already purchased a fine bull mask with his most recent allowance from Valerian. He had also hinted that he thought his older brother should likewise consider a lion-themed outfit should he ever maybe possibly perchance consider going to the party himself.
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Post by Lord Valerion Maegyr on Jan 28, 2019 10:00:37 GMT
Valerion scowled at his brother's mention of the Masquerade.
"The Masquerade? Little more than a mummer's farce." he said with distaste to his brother. "I'm a soldier, not a politician. Our father's machinations in Volantis at those affairs left me cold."
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