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[impeaches]

For those that are unaware of me, my name is Renly Baratheon. Times have been trying of late, I believe, and we have all been suffering ills that there are few words best to describe. It is for this that I would desire to offer myself as a helping hand or soothing ear for all that desire it or have found themselves lost or without an ally to aid in soothing their turmoiled emotions. You may find me through this network or in my rooms in the castle; the marking of a stag is upon my door and you will be greeted by my fawn, Laurel. I doubt it will be hard to miss.

[ And now for the main point of his post:

LOCKED TO: SANSA, ARYA, MARGAERY, JON, GENDRY. ]

My dear friends and kin; I would hope that I could meet you all sometime in the near future, once your own missions and duties are attended to. I have brought gifts for you all that I would like to pass on as soon as matters are in hand. I would also wish to hear more of the fate of Ned Stark. You have my thanks.

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[firith]

[ A grin is turned aside as he rubs his eyes, glancing back with more warmth and ease to match Renly's. ]

You will monopolise my time, I am a vain old thing and charmed by beauty in turn. [ A nod and a smile, and he raises his brows, hushing his sorrow. ] Alas! I cannot languish here any longer when I ought to already find myself elsewhere. Your sweetness reminds me of the day ahead that awaits and bears none of it.

I shall call you directly if I encounter Gentle Ben. No doubt you will be eager to hear news of his exploits.

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[impeaches]

Flattery in turn, I see. [ Renly nods, though, and leans back, smile still bright. ] I would do the same, but there are matters for us both to attend to. It was a pleasure to make myself known to you, Elvenking, and I await our next encounter with unveiled excitement. [ Another raised brow and he shakes his head. ] I shall do the same, and shall pass the warning onto those that fear for their safety. Have a grand day, my friend.

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[firith]

Flattery in abundance, should you enter my Halls, though not without sincerity.

We shall speak again soon, Netharason.

[ With a pleased smile, he inclines his head and closes his locket. +1 baby deer. ]