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[turncloak]

Not Theon Greyjoy, but a device made to mimic his sweet words. If you're soliciting goods, I've got no interest, unless you're a lady and they're yours by birth. If you're from Westeros you'll have better luck trying to send a raven. Bar the obvious exceptions. But this message is long enough — time for yours.

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Voice

[turncloak]

So you'd prefer she rely on you, is that how it is? And they call me an oathbreaker.

Voice

[watchforwinter]

You needn't remind me of my vows, I already have someone to do that.

Is it as simple as lying it in the sun?

Voice

[turncloak]

In this climate? It'd rot before it dried.

Voice

[watchforwinter]

Then how? And how do you fish it out of the water?

Voice

[turncloak]

With your hands. And you should clean it before you dry it. D'you want me to take you out in a fishing sloop and show you, Snow?

Voice

[watchforwinter]

[On a boat, dredging up seaweed with his bare hands, with the snark and smirk of Theon Greyjoy...]

When?

Voice / go to bed!!! i can set up a log if you'd like

[turncloak]

Tomorrow morning?

Voice / okay yes. goodnight!

[watchforwinter]

Fine. I'll meet you near the docks.

[Or wherever else he tells him to be.]