( voice test )

[esgred]

Think just because you made one of these, you can pull me out and make me dance? I'm no puppet, and I've been rotting away in your head for longer than I care to admit. I don't do well idling away like the mainland girls.

And you have no use for me. Send me back so I can at least straighten my little brother out. You've only got me out for one reason now, and I paid no iron price to get here.

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[greenjacketed]

...Iron price, miss?

[ he's curious. what else is there to be said? headstrong lasses intrigue him. ]

[esgred]

Iron born take what we need.

[greenjacketed]

[ taking what you need...? ]

Well, lass, now you're making it sound as though there's no price at all.

[courtoisie]

They don't seem to ask first, my lady.

[esgred]

[She pulls out the axe and nods.] There's always a price. Gold or Iron.

[esgred]

I like her already.

[greenjacketed]

[ his brows raise, but he makes no move. ]

Or blood, more like, with a blade like that.

[esgred]

It's what is meant. [She isn't threatening him. In this case she's only showing him what she means.]

[greenjacketed]

[ by iron? bloody hell, the bird speaks in riddles. ]

I'd sooner shillings, I think. Shillings and pounds.

[esgred]

You're not iron born.

[greenjacketed]

...I don't even bloody know what being 'iron born' bloody is, truth be told.

[ normally, he wouldn't break out the oaths in front of a lady but...eh. the lass is carrying an axe; sharpe figures a few off-colour words won't scratch much. ]

[esgred]

From the Iron Islands. [Which really gets a look from her.] Where you from?

[greenjacketed]

...England. [ then, if this is too general: ] London, by way of Yorkshire.

[esgred]

Never heard of it. Who's your lord? [It doesn't sound foreign enough to be across the Narrow Sea, but he's got her interested.]

[greenjacketed]

[ that is an exceptionally good question. ] ...King George.

[ the simple answer. the most all-encompassing one. the problem is that sharpe hasn't actually lived in any english county since his boyhood. as such, he can provide no names for lesser associated nobles. except, perhaps... ]

W-Wellington -- [ he hazards. ] The Duke of Wellington.

[courtoisie]

Would it not be better? I'm afraid I don't know the ways of the iron born.

[esgred]

Better than what? Being stuck hanging around here, waiting for my baby brother?

[esgred]

Don't know either of them. [Not of any House she knows of, even if there were five kings at one them.]

I'm Asha Greyjoy of the Iron Islands.

[greenjacketed]

And I've never heard of your Iron Island. Only...[ he pauses; considers. ] Ain't bloody Welsh or anything, are they?

[esgred]

No. Not Welsh. Never heard of that either.

[greenjacketed]

...One of those buggered other worldly places, then.

[esgred]

Yours can be the other worldly.

[courtoisie]

Better to know. I can't imagine a situation being well if you do not agree.

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[seabitching]

You've been brought before a plethora of unexplored realms and you wish to be sent back? I'm disappointed, sweet sister. I imagined you would join me in conquering these new-found realms, but if that is not to your taste, perhaps it would be best for you to return to more familiar waters.
I'll be sure to send you tidings of my conquests.

o/

[esgred]

What lands are you to conquer, baby brother? And better yet, with what? Have you any ships at your diaposal and men to sail them?

[Doubting everything you say.]

[esgred]

One rarely agrees with their writer.

[courtoisie]

Should it not be tried?

[esgred]

You either do or you don't.

[courtoisie]

I suppose. [ This woman must be right - she's older, wiser, and Sansa after all is a stupid girl ] I had only thought- [ No. She wouldn't want to hear ]

\o

[seabitching]

[How dare you doubt him! How dare you.]

I might have misplaced my ship for the time being, but I'll have others soon enough! I know for fact that these new realms are teeming with ships ripe for the taking. A pity the prospect of exploring the unknown too much for one of your delicate nature.

[esgred]

Thought what? Speak up. [Honestly, fragile, gentle girls are little use.]

sorry for delay, crazy weekend

[esgred]

You must have been on the mainland too long to have misplaced your ship.

No worries! I understand.

[seabitching]

[Seething.]

You'd be surprised at how easily ships go missing once you dare to explore the unknown.
And for that matter, where might your ships be?

[esgred]

My ships never go missing. They are precisely where I left them, with my men waiting for my word.

[Don't hate the player, hate the game.]

[seabitching]

In that case, perhaps you should return and leave the conquest to me. You wouldn't want to keep your men waiting too long.

[esgred]

And what do you know of conquests when you've catered to the Starks for so long?

[seabitching]

More than you would appear to think, sister and more than you appear to know. For one, I know that conquest begins with exploration and now that I've made an ally of my mundane companion, I'm prepared to travel these new realms and discover their weaknesses.

[esgred]

You know nothing of conquests. You've no way to conquer. No means, no men, not even coin. Do you have a death wish a top your head or are you really this thick? [Said actually genuine.]