Sandro mingled with the guests, renewing some old acquaintances and making new ones. His attire was sober by Lysene standards though his sleeves were long and wide, and his dark robes glittered with gold. He watched the throng around him with eyes long practiced to seeing the whims of the mob and the mood of a crew. Of his neice there was no sign and it seemed from the talk around him she was not the only highborn lady missing. The wolflord had made a collection it seemed... He had best treat his pets well in that case.
His eyes followed a maid in Lannister crimson for a moment. Tyrith's by the look of her, and a lovely thing to look at. He wondered if Jaehaerys had yet played at that game.