Timm's Chambers

[brigida]

Timm Vikary's place of residence in the Sealord's Palace.

[brigida]

Tristeza Martell, having not seen Timm in several days, now constantly surrounded by an entourage of guards provided by the Sealord, visited his chambers by late afternoon, in a fading Braavosi sunlight, to check upon her friend's well-being. She knocked softly.

[The Smith]

A slurred voice calls out, "Come in, but it had better be Lannisport's Finest or I will gut you." The sounds of a girl's laughter punctuate his loud call.

[brigida]

Tristeza hesitated momentarily as she lregistered the deep voice that sounded scarecely familiar. She pushed the door open, with eyes narrowed slightly by confusion.

[The Smith]

Timm's room was cluttered with empty wine and liquer bottles. Every table, desk and bookshelf was covered with fallen soldiers. Only his bed was clear, but that was rumpled and soiled from oft use.

Timm sat in a chair, with a pretty Braavosi servant maid on his lap, and he shirt pulled far too low to be decent. Timm's blurry eyes look up to Tristeza, then quickly move away. "What?" he croaks in a weary voice.

[brigida]

She remained reticent for a moment, as she took in the squalor that was the Westerman's room, a sea of fowl smelling empty, or broken bottles. As her eyes drew even with him, they were frought with concern, and she had to think a moment before she could find a suitable response. "I wondered how you were." she stated in a quiet, even tone, that betrayed little if any of her surprise.

[The Smith]

The saucy wench looked at Tristeza, and her guards. And then seemed to decide it was time to leave. She pulled up shirt to cover her exposed breasts, and courtsied to the Lady Martell before leaving the room.

Timm remained sitting, his eyes moved to where his shirt lay on the floor and he seemed to consider picking it up. But instead he shrugged, "I am fine. And you?"

[brigida]

Tristeza followed his gaze to the discarded shirt; she approached it levelly, and picked it up from the floor. After a moment of consideration, during which she beheld him auspiciously, her gaze flat, she held it out for him to take, "If you are 'fine'," she said in a low voice, "I am ecstatic."

[The Smith]

Timm flinches when he hears her say these words, "I am glad he makes you so happy." He takes the shirt but does not cover his muscular chest, just kneads it in his hands.

[brigida]

She shook her head sorrowfully; "I am not happy, Timm; and you are most certainly not fine." She picked up a bottle from the floor and tossed it to a guard, "Please send up a servant to have this room cleaned," she said to the towering Braavosi man. "You are going to drink yourself into an early grave, Ser Vikary," she admonished him.

[The Smith]

Timm laughed, "You are far from the mark there I think. I have lived long beyond my time. I should be dead." His eyes begin moving from bottle in a vain search for one with even a drop in it.

[brigida]

Tristeza rolled her eyes, losing patience with his petulance, "Timm, can you not devote yourself to something positive in a time of crisis? Must you have a complete emotional cataclysm?"

[The Smith]

Timm looks at her slightly confused, "I am not sure I understand you." Leaning forward he begins to rub his face and eyes with his hand.

[brigida]

She gestured towards the head of her guard, "Please, if you would wait outside," she requested, and waited for the last of the Bravos to depart before she continued, "Look at yourself, Timm," she said a frown in evidence on her face as she began to orbit the room, collecting bottles, "Have you been sober a moment since we arrived?" she stopped abruptly as she passed the bed, her eyes narrowing quickly, she shook her head as she pulled a sodden and wirnkled servant's frock from the jumble of bed-clothes, "May I ask what it was she left wearing?" she inquired, "Or is she naked in the wardrobe?"

[The Smith]

Timm looked at her and snorted, "Are you seriously implying the world is better when I am sober?" His eyes slid off of her quickly though, he could not seem to maintain eye contact with her. Always looking at the ground or his hands.