The mention of Lord Penrose and the King Regent’s Council was enough to jolt Tristran wide awake, no matter how little rest he’d gotten the night before. He felt in no condition to speak to any Lord, let alone one with the honor of serving on the Council, and he cursed himself for ending up here. He shouldn’t have let himself get so distracted... he probably shouldn’t have even left his rooms. Courtesies be damned, he should’ve just apologized and left before the man even got a chance to speak.
Tristran went over the names of the council members in his head as he walked across the room. He’d reviewed them all, as well as their arms and heraldry, before leaving Seagard. Some good that was doing him now. Assuming the man was even a member of the Council. It seemed likely, if they were in the Council’s chambers, but there was no reason for anyone that important to be interested in him.
“Yes, my Lord,” he said in return to the question, as he hesitantly took the seat offered to him. “Tristran, of House Mallister, on the Trident. I’m here with my father, Lord Derron Mallister.”
He hoped the man would offer his name. Lords could be prickly, and though this one seemed amiable enough, he didn’t want to offend him by asking, and admitting that he had no idea who he was.