The Hightower

[Horas]

The tallest structure in all of Westeros, and home to House Hightower, the rulers of Oldtown.

[Horas]

Lord Hugo Redwyne walks to the entrance to the Hightower. His servants have commandeered a cart, which is now piled high with casks of wine and a single cage with a silk cloth draped over it.

"You there!" Hugo calls out to a guardsman in his booming voice, "Go tell Lord Hightower that his neighbor across the water is here to visit him!"

[The Smith]

The guard at the gate bowed, and said, "Of course my lord. I sall send word. Would you like to enter the Tower, and enjoy the comforts of a room until he is available?"

[Horas]

"Do you have food? Nothing like a long voyage to whet a man's appetite, am I right? Ha!" He claps the guardsman familiarly on the shoulder. "And we'll need to put the gifts somewhere."

[The Smith]

The guard bowed, "Of course my lord. I shall do as you bid." He quickly summoned a servant who escorted Lord Redwyne up to a large suite of apartments. Redwyne knew these rooms had been constructed to room the king. Food, and drink were laid out and waiting, and a wardrobe full of clothes in the approiate sizes and colors.

[Horas]

"Good lad, good lad," Hugo smiles, and lets himself be led up to the spacious guest rooms. It does not take him long to find one of his own vintages among those left in the room, and soon he is happily drinking Arbor Gold while chewing on roast lamb.

[The Smith]

Within the hour there is a gentle knock at the door.

[Horas]

Lord Hugo is working on his second course and his third goblet of wine. One of the servants rises to open the door, then moves subserviently out of the way.

[The Smith]

A striking women enters the room, and curtsies low enough to Lord Redwyne that he can enjoy a long look at her ample cleavage. Her gilded-blonde hair has one or two strands of grey in it, and there is a line about her eyes, but her beauty is undeniable even in her maturity.

She smiles at Redwyne, and speaks, "It is a great honor to met you my lord, I am Delilah Westerling. I must inform you that Lord Hightower shall be running late, and to offer you my company whilst you wait."

[Horas]

Lord Hugo rises to his feet to deliver a chivalrous, if somewhat awkward bow to the lady. "Sit down, please," Hugo says, following his own suggestion. He waves the servants over to provide her with food and drink. "I will always welcome the company of a pretty girl," Lord Redwyne smiles. "Are you a cousin of Hightower's?"

[The Smith]

Deliliah moved and sat down lightly. "I am not, just a friend of his, and I would go so far as to say I am a trusted adviser." She chuckled, and ran her finger along the arm of her chair.

[Horas]

"Will I offend you too much if I tell you I've never heard of your House, lass?" Hugo asks between bites. "Must be some story, how you came down here." He smiles warmly, an invitation for her to tell her story.

[The Smith]

Deliliah shrugged and chuckled, "I am of a small house I do admit freely. Yet my skills are greatly in demand, and my Lord Hightower insisted I come to aid him.

[Horas]

"A wise man, Hightower, to want you," Hugo winks. "So what do you do?" Hugo asks, washing down the last of his food with a big gulp of wine, "Bookkeeping?"

[The Smith]

Deliliah smiled, "Oh, a little of this, and a little of that." She paused and crooked her head to the side, "Whatever the Lord wants of me."

As she finished Lord Hightower entered the room. His slight stoop, and heavy brow made him quite distinctive. He looked at Redwyne, and spoke easily, "Lord Redwyne, it is a pleasure to have you in my house."