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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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[impeaches]

Then perhaps she will find you most companionable after all. I daresay she would not offer you more than she has given me, all the same.

[bullhorned]

I'm not looking to be offered anything! [If only because he was suddenly wondering if there was some other implication less obvious.]

[impeaches]

I meant truth, or word, nephew, naught else. What could you imagine my wife might give you?

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[bullhorned]

[An entirely too long pause ensues.]

[bullhorned]

Nothing. Just that: truth.

[impeaches]

[ Hah. Renly smirks to himself, leaning back and raising an eyebrow. ]

Just truth indeed.

[bullhorned]

[Yes. Truth. HRM.]

So... what's this gift of yours?

[impeaches]

Do you not wish for a surprise, nephew?

[bullhorned]

Most folk I know, any surprise they see tend to be the sort what leaves them dead. I'd rather not have many surprises.

[impeaches]

Then I shall tell you now. I know you might not think to travel soon but I have acquired you a cloak, prepared for all elements. It is thin enough to not be stifling in heat but sturdy, for the more stormy of weathers.

[bullhorned]

That... does sound useful like. [Said grudgingly, as though he'd been prepared to disparage whatever gift Renly had in mind. This was unfortunately too practical to speak against.]

[impeaches]

I think I know you better than to get you a jewel or a fanciful shirt.

[bullhorned]

I've enough of both already. [One of the latter, and a handful of the former.]