Jaehaerys grinned as the tavern crowd looked to turn into a mob. It was always fun watching his uncle work. He’d returned to his garb as a mere sailor for now, and raised toast to the generosity of suns along with his fellow sailors. “Too bad he’s not so generous with his sister. There’s a gift could warm a man for more’n one night,” he added a bit loudly though he was careful to say it while well-surrounded with a good number of happily inebriated sailors. Targaryen madness perhaps, or the joy of needling his uncle. The conversation around him quickly turned to the legendary less-than-pure delights of Dornish girls. Jaehaerys slipped out of the crowd and sauntered toward the door to have a better view of the festivities. Whether the gold went to a home or to the barkeep’s purse, at least the people would have some joy of it. He raised another glass to the nearest Dornish soldier. “To the golden dragons and bright suns.”