Listening to his voice, Toria was certain she'd heard it before. Somewhere. Not recently. Perhaps her father had entertained Jaer briefly sometime? It was a voice she thought she ought to know, yet none of his background struck her as familiar.
She quieted her tone of voice so that others would not be able to hear. Inns generally had enough noise going on that she didn't have to worry about being heard unless someone was going out of their way to spy on her. Possible, but unlikely in this case.
"Princess Elia Martell told me that you were a friend of hers who had studied at the Citadel for a time but never became a full-fledged maester. She also told me you were talented at identifying and countering poisons."
Toria sighed. This was a grim subject, and she didn't want to feel like a fool for bringing it up, but if there was even a chance that Gwyn could be restored, it was worth investigating.
"I am likely just being paranoid...but my little cousin is ill with symptoms that don't match any fever or plague I have ever heard of, and I am quite sick of people telling me not to worry my pretty little head over it. Of course, you will be well compensated for your services, if you're willing to offer them to aid me."