Re: In the Taverns!
Jahar had ridden behind them from a distance—a tactic he had become used to whenever Jaehaerys enjoyed his late-night romps. A king incognito was as vulnerable as the king enthroned. Jahar figured that Jaehaerys and Geric knew he was following behind, though he did not care to announce himself.
Garbed in nondescript riding clothes, the only thing that identified Jahar as a whitecloak was his breastplate, though it was well hidden underneath his cloak. The streets of King's Landing were much less forgiving in the night. If he were recognized, he might not even see the dagger coming.
Atop his steed, Jahar lingered outside the Golden Hand. No one seemed to pay him much attention, and if they did they moved on quickly—his goldenheart bow was strapped across his back, and the longsword sheathed at his side looked intimidating enough.