Horas
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Post by Horas on Mar 27, 2014 12:07:28 GMT -5
"We lost more than three dragons at Oldtown," Aegon muttered grimly, "And with grandmother's... dream, I am loathe to risk more. And yet you are right -- this cannot go unanswered. I will speak to the Triarchs. Once I know the scope of their commitment, if anything, I will decide if three dragons are sufficient."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Mar 27, 2014 12:20:48 GMT -5
"Yes your grace." Brandon said, looking a bit forlorn, before adding, "I did not fight at Oldtown, a fact I am most apologetic for. I know that it was a horrific struggle." He asked, yanking on the chain and bring Aerion to flight. "We should return and prepare for your meeting with the Triarchs."
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Post by Horas on Mar 27, 2014 13:11:31 GMT -5
"Your duty was with the king," The prince replied. Aegon might doubt Brandon's choice of a master, but he could not fault him for his loyalty. "It is not something you need apologize for." With nothing of use on Qhoran, Aegon released Glutton to do what he desired, and the monstrous dragon made a quick meal of both man and horse. Aegon remounted, then directed his bloody-jawed dragon back toward the city.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too