Who: Polonius, ? When: Day 62 Where: a garden in the Keep Rating: PG Status: Open to whoever
The Master of Whispers was not amused. The Great Lion was looking a bit like he had a deer in his jaws. And the deer seemed to look a bit like a wolf. Lannisters. They never did do well when put too near a crown. Damage control was needed or the lions would run away with the realm while the wolves prayed. After all, a Master of Whispers could not be seen to be complicit with one side over another by the parties concerned. Loyalty to all, allegiance to the realm.
Warn Prince Myrwin of one thing, confide a second to William, assist Tyrith with a third… Ah but the game never ceased. Assassins were going well paid in this round, it seemed. One wondered where such wealth would flow from… it was always the jewels that told the tale.
Still, it was rather nice to be back in the Keep after his latest roaming. It certainly smelled better. The master of spies eyed the walls of the keep with amusement as he took in the sunlight and paused by an ornate Tyroshi sculpture as he heard someone approaching. Another report or a new intrigue. He almost smiled. It was nice to have worthy opponents, in a way.