Sandro's smile was one of amusement. "Good, good. You shall be a scribe, then. And you will scribe those interesting words you occasionally drop, perhaps." He was not one to rely upon gods and prophecies but you never knew when such things might be turned to an advantage, and moreover there was ever a chance one might actually be intelligible.
He took a sip of the wine. It wasn't bad but not his favorite; he rather missed the wines of Dorne. "You'll have to stay in here, I think... Lon will see about making you a bed." The men were good sorts but tempting them with a girl was only asking trouble and so was sharing his bed with her. Better to keep her close and clothed.
"Do you have any requests, Sindra? Any questions?" he added, more as an afterthought.