The Group Meeting Part 1 WHO: Everyone who wants to be at the meeting WHAT: Jaime asked the travellers to come together for ideas and organisation, pre-meeting WHERE: Tavern Hall of Roaring Fords Inn WHEN: Day-19 2 o'clock WARNINGS: tbd STATUS: ongoing, open
New and shiney truly described the right hand of Jaime Lannister. What cruelty in Westeros had severed, a man ironically named Severus Snape restored with the most awe-inspiring magic Jaime could have ever imagined. He spent all morning just doing things with the silvery hand, which could wield his sword, Heart-Sworn, as well as the old hand. This new appendage was also capable of crushing almost everything, or at least all of the items he tried to destroy that morning.
Before the meeting, a rejoiceful Ser Jaime pulled a glove over the hand, a supple kid leather one almost the colour of flesh, so no one would be distracted from the purpose of this meeting. Least of all himself. He shouldn't be staring at the silvery wonder every time he gestured; the group needed to focus on forming basic strategy beyond the haphazard sort of way they had journeyed until now. Or if he was wrong about this conclusion, they could tell him why and what they had already organised as a group.
Jaime laughed again for the umpteenth time, flashing a huge grin at Tyrion as the two of them came downstairs to the tavern hall shortly before two.
"I feel like the richest man in Enchantia," he said. "I have my life returned to me." He flexed the hand, the most amazing hand in that glove and his laugh was merry, a sound which most found attractive like music pleasing to the ear. Jaime wore his sword on the left side again, which felt the bona fide way to do it.
He nodded to Snape, who sat at a table across the room removed from the bar, which was where Jaime headed.