Reed Residence at King's Landing

[Horas]

"Oh, this and that," Hugh smiles, feeling slightly foolish for some reason, "Alliances and matters of state, nothing to trouble yourself with."

[Ollie]

"I wouldn't say that, Ser Hugh," Myrrah said sweetly, dropping the title as if by mischance. "House Reed is always on the lookout for new friends, so I might trouble myself if need be. Is it the Oldstones that are interested?" she paused, "Or another?"

[Horas]

"Oldstones is but a ruin of a castle. You did say Master Olander was arriving soon?"

[Ollie]

"Yes, yes. Of course," Myrrah sighed, then nodded resignedly. The waifish girl tapped the toe of her boot softly twice on the hardwood floor, and within seconds Olander Reed made his entrance from the stairway.

"Hugh of Oldstones," he said with a polite inclination of his head. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

[Horas]

"Did you by chance meet a man, the other day, by the name of Ser Jasper Flowers?"

[Ollie]

"I did, though he had the misfortune to be apprehended. Do you come now in his stead?"

[Horas]

The man nods slowly. "For obvious reasons, I do not know what you said to Ser Jasper that night... Though I am curious if what he said intrigued you."

[Ollie]

"You can count me intrigued, Hugh of Oldstones, if for only what reason the most wanted outlaw in Westeros would wish to contact me. I would sooner know what your master crow's intentions are."

[Horas]

"I would name his intentions to be... making allies," Ser Hugh says. "Lord Blackwood may not wield a traditional sort of power any longer, but he is nonetheless a good man to know, and a poor one to cross. He believes that he and you are in a unique position to benefit from one another."

[Ollie]

As their visitor spoke, Olander took a moment to hold a silent conversation with Myrrah, their eyes speaking what their lips wouldn't.

Tea?
Yes.
How long?
Couple minutes.
Good.

"And what benefits could our friendship offer your master?"

[Horas]

"A friendship with a powerful lord," Hugh replies, "I cannot say my master confides in me, but I do not think he will be content to stay an exile forever."

[Ollie]

The crannogman nodded sympathetically, and nibbled on the end of a glazed apricot. "How has exile been for the Crow? Have the Free Cities been good to him?" he coughs, "Or, excuse me, was it Quarth? I misremember where your orders stem from."

[Horas]

"I have no idea, Master Olander," the Riverlander shrugs, "My lord has chosen to leave me in the dark on the specifics of his location."

[Ollie]

Olander weighed his words, and decided they were true enough. A different tactic now, "What has your lord told you, Master Hugh? I can imagine a man in your position, working for one with such power, exile or no, would undertake important business, no?"

[Horas]

The man shrugs, "I did not even know my employer's name until recently. I suppose he gave me all the information he felt I needed to know to speak with you."