"Darrel's t'name, and I make it clear to ye, I seek patrons, and followers wi'who to RP, So, strumming my lute, I make this plea: RT?"

"An' away, an' away, to the Blackwater bay, To my beautiful queen, asleep where she lay."

sang, to sow oats o' wild.."

(strums, and whistles, looking at the TL)

(wanders around Maegor's Holdfast, whistling 'Rains of Castamere' and strumming lute gently)

The Winter's Child Read: tl.gd/n_1snqmqg

@darrelthesinger ruse o'the mind."

@darrelthesinger ((fucked up the date, what a mong 😂))

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·Mance Raydar· #Member "There is no life without death, however right now, death out numbers us all." Abel

Promise me, she had cried, in a room that smelled of blood & roses. Promise me, Ned. The fever had taken her strength & her voice had been faint as a whisper, but when he gave her his word, the fear had gone out of his sister’s eyes. Ned remembered the way she had smiled then.