The little Lord took to wandering the ship whenever he wasn't spending time in the library, reading everything he could find. He was a curious man, and liked to keep his mind as keen as a royal guards blade.
He walked through the halls with a glass of wine in one hand and a bottle in the other, roughly have drunk. It wasn't all that much for him. It took much more to make him drunk. He was almost certain he could drink his weight in wine and wake up fine the next day. Almost sure...
Hearing the familiar sounds of the forget, Tyrion took a peek inside to see for himself. For all he knew it could have been something else. He already mistook the ships noises in one particular part of the ship for something else entirely. The sound of the boys practising with their blades in the Stark courtyards. But there were no boys, no swords. Just some strange machinery.
The bold little man walked inside the room and looked to the woman working the forge, bringing the glass up to his lips. "I must admit, I rarely see women working a forge" he started. And it was true. Men made steel in his land. No woman ever did. And few ever used that steel. "Please, do continue, my lady" he said, gesturing towards her with the wine cup, a playful little smile on his face.