by Maester Simon » Mon Dec 18, 2017 6:47 am
Simon sat among the guests of lesser importance, which was fine by him seeing how he was not particularly important person. Then again, awful things happened to the important people as he had learned during the history lessons at the Citadel so he didn't particularly begrudge the fact.
Wine flowed again and luckily for Simon the blond mummer seemed to be busy with a flute so he could try to carefully enjoy the company he had. Unfortunately for him, just as he began to tell a joke the hall felt quiet and quite a few people never intended as the audience ended up hearing the limits of his wit.
"If Targaryans had been anymore inbred, they'd been sandwiches."
Yet, the audience didn't seem to hate the joke. The music was good, even if the bloody blond mummer was sinking at him and so Simon lied through his teeth how he enjoyed the music. He might have, but the amorous minstrel unnerved him.
House Tremaine • Maester • Adult • Authority • Lover
Status 3
Wears: Robes
Carries: Myrish lens, small knife