A meeting of brothers

[The Smith]

Ser Trant, Ser Amrbose, Ser Allryion and Ser Mooton are conducting a meeting in the White Sword chamber.

[Sam]

The Lord Commander walks into the room, and seems surprised to find it occupied. "Hello, brothers," he said, albeit slightly stiffly, to the other Kingsguardmen.

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Ser Galahad arrives, his hair pushed back to fall behind him as usual. It fell to the small of his back, while his sharp, blue-green eyes searched the room, studying and analyzing. He wore the cloak that Prince Serwyn gifted him, and wore his customary two white swords.

He walked into the chamber silently, and settled to the outmost side of the gathering.

[The Smith]

Allryion looked up and said, "Mychel, can we help you?"

Ambrose turned and bowed his head to the Lord Commander. Mooton looked up. And Trant continued polishing a dagger with out even reacting to his presence.

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Galahad moved to stand beside his Lord Commander, and looked to him, to see what he would say.

[Sam]

"I am simply making my rounds of the tower, Peregrin, and I was surprised to find such a crowd," he said, with a slight grin. He crossed the room, to his desk that was set aside from the three-sided table that the Kingsguard sat, and picked up the White Book.

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Galahad smiled slightly at the old man, whom he respected.

[The Smith]

Shadd Trant groaned, and looked up to his brothers, "That smell always reminds me of the sick house. Or maybe the tombs. Old and decaying." Mooton snorted, while Ambrose guffawed.

Allryion said, "Shadd... please"

[Sam]

The only indication that Mychel heard the insult was the pursing of his lips, as he thumbed through the heavy book. Ser Peregrin Allyrion was a man worthy of his White Cloak, as well as Ser Axel Ambrose, but the other two had been granted their cloaks by the king personally, despite Ser Mychel's objections. His lips were pursed fairly often these days, and he rarely spoke more than a dozen words to the King at a time, with Rodrick returning the treatment. "Trant, I recall putting you on your ass the last time you and I took to the training yard," he said quietly. "Not bad for a decaying old man, eh? You too, Cayne," he added.

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Galahad's eyes tightened. These were no brothers. Though Peregrine and Axel were the better of it, they did not live up to the men they had replaced.

Their swords may be quick and sharp, but Trant and Cayne were not men who deserved the cloaks on their back. Galahad chuckled lowly at the old man's comment.

[The Smith]

Shadd rolled his eyes, "Well done, My Lord Commander." The sarcasm was heavy and dripping. "I have my friends to defend me."

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

"Yes, Trant," he said with a calm and soft voice. One that made people become silent to hear. "Your specialty is with the tongue, is it not? The battle of the word. But if I may remind you, we are your brothers. Not simply friends. I believe it is time you accept that concept."

[The Smith]

Shadd rolled his eyes, "Thank you brother. Go fetch me a pint."

[Lord Rhaegar Targaryen]

Galahad weakly smiled. "If you choose to adle your mind with a pint, then you do it at your own accord." He paused a moment.

"Remember, it is you who hunted the dog, brother. They say you must get into the mind of something to successfully catch it. Go fetch some manners, brother, and perhaps you can find some humility along the way."

[The Smith]

Allyrion glared at Trant, "Be quiet. You fool." He shook his head, and said nothing else.