Myrwin made a truly dreadful noise. He was still in yesterday's clothes and he had this truly lovely little scullery-maid dead asleep next to him. Two of them, actually. Sisters by the looks of them. Very fetching. "By the Seven, woman, if you were not my own blood I'd have you strangled. What time is it?" he muttered.
Myrwin Martell with a hangover was not the easiest man in the world to get along with.