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[tallasaking]

[Tyrion is, not surprisingly, at the Malum. What might be surprising is that he is absolutely drunk off his small-man arse. He looks blearily into the video camera, and states in a Very Slurred Tone.]

The Lords of Atroma can suck my gigantic cock.

[He paused, then added darkly.]

And for whomever who cares about these things, and why bother? Lady Sansa Stark has left us once more. I have no idea who she shall come back as - perhaps as a little girl or the Queen of the North. Either way ... she will not be the Sansa I knew.

[He took another long, Long drink off the glass of wine in front of him, before sighing.]

...Don't bother hunting me down - I am at the Malum. I plan on keeping my normal habits of ...what is the word, depressing thoughts until I pass out here on my stool.

[He waves at the camera.] Tah, Fleeters. Until I regain consciousness once more.

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[kill_switch]

[Well it's only fair he buy this drink, she bought the previous four bottles. She looks over at him and lets the silence hang for a moment before responding. She can't quite figure out what he might be playing at. ]

Yeah? And what's that?

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[tallasaking]

[It is true. See, this is how he catches up with that generosity. One drink at a time.]

I am going to find every lord of Atroma ... and I am going to hurt them. Specifically in the way in which they do not desire to be hurt.

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[kill_switch]

You find them, you let me know.

[She didn't think he would, given how accessible the Atroma were so far, but if he did, she could guarantee he would probably need some help.]

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[tallasaking]

You shall be one of the first people I message in a bloody rage.

[He really didn't think he would either - but we all can dream of revenge, can we not?]

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[kill_switch]

[She receives her mug and takes a moment to drink. She can admit enjoyment of a good ale but would likely never reach the levels of inebriation that plagued Tyrion often enough.]

You can count on me.