Gregor slammed his palms against the table and half stood up. He had been threatened with death more than enough for one day and was quite simply fed up.

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"How dare you! Do you not demand equal amounts of loyalty from the men and women under your command?! Do you not expect them to follow your orders without question, lest your plans and castles crumble and anarchy reigns?"He sat down again, but remained angry.

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"I had sworn an oath to obey my lord - Lady Prixima in this case - which I did. A good soldier, just like any here in this castle! But once we began to see the merest hints of what she was actually capable of, of the depths she would sink to in order to gain power...we left her service at once. We are not the blind, blinkered fools you accuse us of being; I don't think any of us wished to remain in her employ longer than necessary."He slumped in his chair, anger draining away into confusion.

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"What is she up to? Why would one person need so many Dragonstones? You clearly know something about what's going on. Tell us, and maybe we can do something about it."