[It's at that point Dorian realizes he has no idea what this man's name is. His username, yes, but his name? No. He isn't about to admit it, either. How long can they both of them do this song and dance.]
Yes, well, it was toasted. Quite thoroughly, black on the underside, but just right. Like a dragon swooped by and blessed my meal. [He's not helping.] The only other foods within were a few soft deli sandwiches, because no one working under this roof would know taste if they were hit over the head with a spiced cheese wheel.
A King, though before that I was a lord. My elder brother took the throne from Aerys Targaryen, the Mad King. As he died with no trueborn heirs, the throne fell to me, regardless of my personal desire for it.
[ he has not yet offered his name. though he supposes he should, as he only knows this man's network name as well. ]
I know not what the dragons in your world are like, but dragonfire leaves little left where I come from.
[ or, perhaps "bagels" are shockingly durable foodstuff. in that case, why would anyone eat one? ]
[Well that was... unexpected. Dorian looked Stannis over again, as if to judge if he really looks all that regal. He doesn't, really, but not so egregiously that he'll comment on it. Until it turns out he is the reason he's starving.]
You must be right at home, then. With Mad Kings and all. [A beat.] And the dragons. How big are they, in this... West...?
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[It's at that point Dorian realizes he has no idea what this man's name is. His username, yes, but his name? No. He isn't about to admit it, either. How long can they both of them do this song and dance.]
Yes, well, it was toasted. Quite thoroughly, black on the underside, but just right. Like a dragon swooped by and blessed my meal. [He's not helping.] The only other foods within were a few soft deli sandwiches, because no one working under this roof would know taste if they were hit over the head with a spiced cheese wheel.
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[ he has not yet offered his name. though he supposes he should, as he only knows this man's network name as well. ]
I know not what the dragons in your world are like, but dragonfire leaves little left where I come from.
[ or, perhaps "bagels" are shockingly durable foodstuff. in that case, why would anyone eat one? ]
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You must be right at home, then. With Mad Kings and all. [A beat.] And the dragons. How big are they, in this... West...?