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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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[turncloak]

How pessimistic of you. Buck up and come and have a drink with me, dead man, since I was tragically unable to make that party of thanks giving.

[northerner]

[ if anyone needs a drink right now, robb does. which is why he acquiesces. ]

I shall meet you at the tavern of your choosing.

[ because this is so obviously a good life choice. ]

[turncloak]

[ Let us cultivate bitter alcoholism, bro. ]

It just so happens I'm on your side of the ocean. Duncan's.

[northerner]

I thought you found Wynn more agreeable?

[turncloak]

I had business in Dismas.

[northerner]

Should I even inquire as to the nature of it, Theon?

[turncloak]

Best not to, really.

[northerner]

[ SIGH. theon why so shady. ]

Very well. We shan't speak of it when I meet you.