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Entry tags: | loras tyrell, margaery tyrell, renly baratheon |
public, as Renly B.
By some twist of fate, I find myself exactly where I want to be. Though I scared one of the serving girls half to death, once calmed down, she was able to tell me a great many interesting things - what has been happening here with no one but the smallfolk, how they've managed to continue with the collapse of not just the kingdom, but social order as a whole. Eagle-eyed and bright, but more able to accept the return of a dead man than many older and more cynical than she, I do believe I have accidentally frightened the right girl.
Unfortunately, without my brother to insist on more and a land peaceable enough to produce it without fear of death, the stock of fine wine has dwindled. Still I did manage to uncover several bottles of Dornish strongwine in a spot some liked to believe hidden. I must say, in all sincerity, I do hope the men and women who managed to pilfer a bottle or two of the Arbor gold are enjoying it.