A lowly Baron from a minor house? How that comment stung and sat very close to home from dear Petyr. He too was from a low ranked noble house and he himself had worked his way up to the very top. Working for the King, his court and all the seven kingdoms, dealing with both advice and coin. And he had built an army of his own. Not a traditional sort, but one of eyes and ears, which he had everywhere. Everywhere except his new found hell. The ship...
"Yes, well" he smiled and took a drink. "Such is the way of great cities and great men" he said, raising his cup. "What placed you into exile, might I ask?"