| An Eagles' Feast | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 1 2008, 03:50 PM (61 Views) | |
| Hroppa | Mar 1 2008, 03:50 PM Post #1 |
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Lord Harrold Hardyng was an old man, more of his scalp revealed by a hurriedly retreating hairline than was covered by his trimmed grey hair. He walked with a limp, from a wound received in some tourney of the distant past, but his steps were so carefully and precisely measured that it might not immediately be noticeable. His face was proud, not yet crumpled by wrinkles, and reminiscent in a very Arryn fashion of a lofty eagle. This was accentuated by Harrold's weakening eyesight, which gave him a tendency to peer with intently at the objects of his attention. It was for this reason that he was often known as 'Lord Eagle'. Perhaps more cruelly, Lord Harrold's son named his father the 'Bald Eagle'. Jasper Hardyng, a lad growing in confidence but not, to his father's distress, tact, shared something of his father's features, but in a softer form. Both Hardyngs were present at the table. Seated in the Eyrie's dining room were also Ronnel Hardyng, guardian of the Bronze Gate, Yohn Royce of Runestone, and Gyles Grafton of Gulltown. At great expense Lord Harrold had acquired some 9 year old Arbor red wine - the year had been such a good one that those who still had stores were rarely willing to part with it. He hoped that the food and wine would be worth it - he had been encouraging his visitors to drink as much as they liked, and hosted them as well as he knew. Jasper had even put on a friendly face that evening. Judging that the time was right, Lord Harrold broached a new topic of conversation. "My good friends, I have brought you here for a reason. In these trying times, the Vale must stand strong together..." Edited by Hroppa, Mar 1 2008, 03:51 PM.
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