The Great Council-Noble's Guest Quarters

[The Smith]

This is the area now packed full of High-born men and women. In fact the servants have been given tents in some cases while some minor lords are set up in their rooms.

[melon]

Lady Haley Tyrell with her Guard behind her and the two children walk into a musty smelly room that has not be used in a very long time. "Well i guess it well need to be redone don't you agree Jeyne, it needs a woman's touch." And with that she turns from the room to go to the Merchants tent's to see what she can buy.

[syd]

Barret, note in hand, returns to his quarters to meet with Tallahar Tyrell.

[melon]

Opening the door is Ser Nathan who looks Barrett up and down the steps aside to let him in.

[Teirney Lannister]

Aerie retired to the guest chambers in a huff. The bickering of the council had given her a royal headache that recalled the gaze of an eyeless face in a squalid cell. Why everybody had descended into shouting eluded her, and she had stalked out mid-clamor. Civilized conversation would have been nice, but she had better things to do than sit through the whining and threatening of overbearing, lordly asses.

Looking about vaguely, she saw a letter awaiting her attention. She had asked for all letters for her to be immediately directed to her, but somebody was neglecting their duties, it seemed. She unfurled it and read, an amused smile twisting her mouth. Hilarious. She jotted down a hasty reply and got to the task of sending it. She should show Horas the reply she had received.

[Teirney Lannister]

Aerie approached Horas’s chambers and knocked lightly, feeling oddly airy and in much better humor.

[Horas]

Horas opens the door and sees Aerie.

"Hello, Aerie," Horas says gesturing for her to come in, "What brings you here today?"

[Teirney Lannister]

Aerie smiled, pleased with herself, and waved her neatly folded letter. “He responded,” she had simply. “He wants to meet…”

[Horas]

Horas scans the letter quickly, then looks back to Aerie.

"Interesting..." Horas says quietly. "How many men do you think you will need?"

[Teirney Lannister]

Aerie shrugged. She had never liked help of her father’s men, but going to Lannisport without at least some assistance would be undoubtedly foolish. “Not many. You do not think I’ll need more than six or so? Maybe ten," she corrected grudgingly. Now she felt like she was going with a whole bloodly guard.

[Horas]

"Ten should be sufficient," Horas agrees. "Any more than that might attract unwarranted attention. I will give you Rolf, one of my more trusted men. I will place him under your command, but I would advise you to listen to his counsel. He has experience in matters such as these."

[Teirney Lannister]

Aerie nodded slowly. People knew her too well. “He must have lived a long life to have faced these types of obscure situations,” she said dryly, but in good humor. “I’ll listen to his council as long as he doesn’t try to shove it down my throat. I think I should leave immediately. Lannisport isn’t exactly a day’s ride.”

[Horas]

Horas smiles slightly. "That is why I am sending Rolf and not Ser Kennos. Good luck, Aerie."

[Teirney Lannister]

Aerie smiled in amusement, wrinkling her nose in agreement. “I was half afraid you would send him after me,” she admitted with a grin. “You’d get his head back in a little box with bows.” She gathered herself internally. “Thank you. I hope I return with some answers.” With that, she left for her chambers to toss some things hastily into her bags.