Jaehaerys watched the golden-haired maid and her knight approach and took another long sip of the beer. Lannisters? Well this had to be interesting. The maid's green eyes were lovely, and she was clearly determined, whatever her errand.
He nodded in greeting to the girl but did not rise. "You presume right, Lady Toria Lannister," he said with only the hint of mocking. "And what skills of mine do you want to hire?" She was Tyrith's, he thought, and a distant memory of a much younger child slid vaguely into his mind. She certainly had grown up well, and not a trace of Stark to her.