At the Inn of the Golden Hand Who: Jaehaerys, others When: Day 19, evening Where: The Inn of the Golden Hand Rating: pg Status: OPEN
The docks were coming along well enough now that the teams had gotten into a steady system and not so many men were falling over from exhaustion after near-deaths from the plague. Still it made for back-breaking work and now there were the neighborhoods around the port itself to be seen to. ... And the slums. Though gods be good he wouldn't blame William Stark if he just put up a wall and threw a few barrels of wildfire in. Jaehaerys knew Flea Bottom wasn't pleasant during the best of times but right now it looked so wretched that burning it all might be more a gift of mercy than cruelty. The beer in front of him wasn't nearly enough to take the sting out of life today. At least he had some more hope, courtesy of his aunt.
He'd gotten a missive from Elia, addressed to Jaer. She'd thanked him sweetly for a wonderful evening and inquired about another, though she'd stated that she'd been ill and hoped that he would remain in port a few more days as she was most desirous to hear more of his time spent in the Citadel.
He'd known asking for Elia's help would engender some wild masquerade but now he was a former student? Jaers sighed. Wouldn't it be easier if he was just a new Martell paramour? ... but no, he could suppose that would be too simple. Elia was never good at simple. Complicated, convoluted murderous plots were far more her strong suit. He couldn't help but smile at the drink in his hand. He hoped the illness part had been as invented as the rest of it. Or perhaps it was just another test of immunity. He didn't know how her brother allowed her to do that, knowing that only a slight mistake might kill her. Although he had to wonder if Myrwin even knew of it; Elia could certainly keep things hidden when she wanted. ... of course how often had Elia heard the word no and listened?
And now she had gone to the trouble of creating some fabulous tale for him, but what would it bring? A stir in the crowd around him brought his gaze up from the table and he looked toward the door from his position in the corner.