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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Maester Luwin" data-source="post: 3230798" data-attributes="member: 23259">Hey everyone! Here is session 2 part 6.Lord Butterwell ripped off a small leg & waved it in the air “Nonsense, nonsense I say. No bother at all Septon. I am only too happy to be of some assistance to his holiness in this matter. Not hungry then? Then at lest some wine…. A fine vintage from the Arbor most rare these days since the troubles with the Black Dragon you know.” Daemon Blackfyre had taken the black dragon as his sigil & it was rumored that Lord Tyrell (& Lord Redwyne of the Arbor) favored him over the King.“Then the Seven hath blessed you truly Milord for having such a vintage when others go without!” Heward said “How did you come by such a wonderful vintage?” Lord Butterwell choked & sputtered a bit before answering, the Septon judged him nervous. “I saved it for just such an occasion Septon! Yes. Yes a special occasion indeed. Let us drink to the health of the King I say!”“Yes to the King & may the Mother keep him & the Crone guide him!” said Septon Heward but to which King do you toast my dear Hand he thought!“You came for the package no doubt” said the Hand “Never fear Septon safe n’ sound it is I assure you. CLUBFOOT! TO ME! Excuse me I will have Clubfoot fetch it straight away.”Orrin shuffled in dragging his left foot & bowing “Milord, how may I be of service?”Butterwell puffed up like a popinjay & said “The package Clubfoot…you know the one!” He winked & Clubfoot limped off to do his master’s bidding.Septon Heward watched the man drain his wine & finish off the leg, his neatly trimmed beard dripping with grease, honey & wine. ‘And this is the second most powerful man in the Seven Kingdoms’ the Septon thought with distaste. T’ was time to fish for answers & may the Crone guide him!“What word from King’s Landing Milord? How fares Daeron the Good?” the Septon asked & watched for a reaction of any kind.“Oh yes our beloved King is well & why not… His Holiness, the High Septon, guides him as you well know. The Council has sent me & The Bloodraven to gather support at Riverrun & here to the North. A nasty trip! I was sore for days. Baelor was sent to Storms End while Maekor travels to Summerhall. All spread far & thin I must say. The Vale stands with us of course. CLUBFOOT DO HURRY! Yes… where was I?” stuttered the Hand“And what news of Daemon?” said the Septon“Daemon?” said the Hand taken aback before continuing “Oh yes… the pretender. CLUBFOOT WHERE ARE YOU MAN! Yes… who’s to say for certain? Only the Seven know for sure. Some say the Free Cities… others say Highgarden… CLUBFOOT!Finally Orrin came back trailing his left foot carrying a packet sealed in wax adorned with the High Septon’s seal. Unbroken & intact as far as Septon Heward could tell.Lord Butterwell wiped his mouth a final time & lurched to his feet “There you have it Septon. Safe as was promised. You will inform his Holiness for me wont you? There’s a good man! I must beg your pardon Septon. I need to freshen up & prepare for my meetings with Lord Willam. Hand’s business you know!” Without another word he waddled off, leaving Clubfoot in his wake. Septon Heward stood & said “I can see myself out Orrin.” The Crone would guide him. The Father would judge the Hand. And may the Mother grant him Mercy. The Septon would study the codes for he must get a raven off to King’s Landing & the High Septon! Thanks Maester Luwin</blockquote>

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