In the Taverns!
Jaehaerys grinned at his companion as they stepped into the loud and chaotic interior of The Golden Hand. They'd left word for Myles or the others though he had dragged Geric out without waiting for them. The king was dressed in a merchant's clothes, his hair darkened with a bit of powder his uncle in Lys had often used to hide his gray hair.
"A good dose of ale will cheer you up, my friend!" He clapped Geric on the shoulder and waved to the bartender. "Two of your best!" he called in his old Tyroshi accent. "And can you tell us where the prettiest girls are?" he asked as he leaned on the bar.
Around them the patrons were engaged in card games and good-natured fighting. It was glorious.