The Merry Maid

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The oldest inn in the city.

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Early in the morning following the ball, Tyberion makes his way to the inn, wearing a long cloak with the hood drawn up. He finds his way to the room of Gemma and her father, Ser Parry, to see his young son.

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Tyberion waves off Ser Perry's words, stepping forward and leaning in toward his son. He extends a finger toward the boy, smiling when the infant grabs onto it and saying a few quiet words of nonsense.

"He's strong," Lannister says, "A fine lad indeed, Gemma, he'll make a splendid knight one day, I'm sure." He looks up at the girl. "Have you given any thought to a name?" He turns to Ser Perry and says, "Any objection to letting him use yours, ser? Ser Perry Hill. A nice ring to it."

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Tyberion smirks at the knight's joy, answering, "No, no, he's of your blood as much as mine. Do you have any other grandchildren, ser?"

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"Well, if none of them are named for you, then Perry Hill it is. Gemma will, of course, be granted a parcel of land and a yearly income with which to raise the boy, and he'll be squired to the best man I can find when he's grown a bit. Fair?"

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Tyberion raises an eyebrow at the man's demands, but says calmly, "Done, on the grounds that the land be split, per your will, with your current holdings passing to your son, and the part which I am adding passing to Gemma, or any trueborn children of hers. I will, of course, be finding a gallant young knight for her to wed."

(OOC: How old's Gemma, for purposes of the family tree?)

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"When one is blessed with good fortune as I am, one ought to spread it about as best he can. Your daughter was kind to me, once, and so I am kind to her."

Tyberion turns back to Gemma and little Perry, saying, "You must be tired, my dear. Why don't I let you two rest, and have a drink downstairs with your father?"

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Tyberion also gets an ale, and opens the conversation. "So, Ser Perry, tell me a thing or two of yourself and your family. Victories you have one, stories of esteemed ancestors, that sort of thing."

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Tyberion chuckles at his remark on keeping their options open. "That's how it is, with we fighting men. Nothing wrong with a good death. And this most recent war, where did you find yourself?"

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"Then we may have been foes, once or twice. But no matter. Many men fought on many sides, and there's no sense worrying about it now. Best to look to the future. And," He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice suddenly gone cold, "I feel I should mention, that if that future includes you laying a single finger on the mother of my child, you will have made quite an enemy. I will be watching."

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"Yes. Yes you will." Is all Tyberion answers, before lifting his mug and draining what's left of his ale.

"I think I shall take my leave. Many things to do, of course." He rises from the bar, then makes his way upstairs, sneaking into the room quietly to say goodbye to Gemma and young Perry.