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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 26, 2014 17:36:17 GMT -5
After being alerted to the news of the desecration of Azuria's corpse, Aemon wobbles over to the tent of Ser Duncan Florent with his chest in bandages and using his halberd as a make shift cane to steady himself. He is followed by a group of Tarqaryen guards to help enforce the injured prince's decisions.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 26, 2014 17:55:49 GMT -5
Ser Duncan had a bandage on his arm but he was fairly well otherwise. He bowed politely to the prince.
"How may I be of service, my prince?"
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 26, 2014 18:01:38 GMT -5
"I wish to speak with your squire. He was caught vandalizing the corpse of my dragon." Aemon says bluntly swallowing the pain and the welling in his throat as the mention of Azuria being dead, not wishing to go through the formalities he continues, "Do you know where I can find him?"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 26, 2014 18:14:55 GMT -5
Ser Duncan sighed and looked uncomfortable. "I have no squire, my lord. But I recently had two different squires, both of them given to trouble. I am sorry about that, but neither of the boys are in my service at present. Was it Agrivane, the red haired boy, or Waltyr, the blond boy?"
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 26, 2014 18:22:48 GMT -5
"The red haired one." Aemon says going back to the guard's report. "He also claimed to be working under orders of a woman. Do you know who this Agrivane happens to be in service to now?" Aemon asks.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 26, 2014 18:38:36 GMT -5
Ser Duncan looked pained. "Princess Daenya took him into her service for a time, in payment for...never mind. It's of no consequence now. She has not seen fit to return the lad to my service yet, so I imagine he is still with her."
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Post by Foo Foo Cuddly-poops on Jan 26, 2014 18:49:02 GMT -5
Aemon nods another weight being put on his soul to just add to his depression. "Thank you Ser Duncan, you have been a great help to me. I will see what I can do to lessen your debt with the princess." He says turning to walk away towards Daenya's tent.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 26, 2014 19:05:59 GMT -5
Ser Duncan watched Aemon go with a little sigh. He was beginning to wish he' never set eyes on either of those two boys nor got entangled with the Targaryens.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too