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#1

  Sinking into her chair, Tamsyn massaged the side of her head with one hand while swilling her goblet with the other and sighed. Why were visits to this damned city never simple. All she had had to do was turn up to tonight's feast and back whatever position the Tarleys wanted her to. After that she could have spent the rest of the time relaxing before setting sail back to Greyshield after a week or so. But now, well she’d barely been in New King’s Landing long enough for everything to stop swaying gently and things were getting complicated. This was one of the reasons Tamsyn preferred Greyshield. Things were straightforward there. For the most part anyway. Her sisters did cause their own brand of chaos for the Lady of Greyshield after all.

Taking another sip of her wine Tamsyn looked over to Visenya. Saree had departed when it had become clear that there were no more questions for him to answer and Lord Baratheon and his guard not long after that. Now Tamsyn found herself alone with a woman she quite admired and had wanted to talk to for sometime. Perhaps this was the Seven’s way of compensating her. Tamsyn wasn’t quite sure of how to break the ice, but hoped that discussing what they had both just learned would be a good choice.

“I imagine the Essosi’s talents could prove quite useful if tonight’s proceedings don’t go as people would like.” Draining her cup, Tamsyn held it aloft momentarily until she caught the eye of a barmaid who was smart enough to realise that prompt service would be prudent and possibly profitable. “And when do such things ever go as everyone would like in our seven kingdoms? I wonder if Master Narett has approached anyone else with his offer?” At that moment Tamsyn had to lean back slightly as the barmaid leaned over to refill her cup from a more ornate looking jug than one typically saw in such hands. When the woman was done, she stood back and looked expectantly at Tamsyn. For her part, Tamsyn looked over to Visenya as she reached for her coin purse. “Can I tempt you to another drink Lady Mormont?"
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#2
Visenya had been burning holes on the door where the Essosi mage and Lord Baratheon had exited from, fingers deftly drumming on her shield, currently proped up at her chair's side. The sound of flesh on metal enforced wood made a rather dull sound. Now this was not supposed to happen. Ontop of everything else, the promise of help from Essosi mages and, potentialy, armies would create additional friction between the factions she was certain would clash for the throne despite what her cousin thought of.

“I imagine the Essosi’s talents could prove quite useful if tonight’s proceedings don’t go as people would like.” Her thoughts were interrupted as Lady Grimm spoke up again, clearly not much in the mood after what had just transpired. Her mood mirrored Visenya's own. They both knew that this would be unlikely to end well, without the Essosi meddling in their affairs with such an offer. Her drumming stopped abruptly and she snorted. "When we won the Battle for Dawn. But even then it didn't play exactly as people hoped." She replied to the rhetorical question and downed the remainder of her own cup in one swift go.

She huffed in annoyance. Why people couldn't just mind their own business, tend to their own lands and leave the smallfolk out of it? Wars never were a great profit, or as glorious as they were made to be in songs and books. It was an ugly business, where everybody suffered. Hadn't the Others taught then enough about the value of life? Apparently not. "Of course he will. Even said it himself." She affirmed what Lady Grimm had speculated and looked at the barmaid with a frown. It was not directed at the woman who was, afteral, trying to make a living but to the situation she had been thrown into. Sighing, her expression softened and she raised her hand for the woman to fill her cup one more time, fishing a coin that was more than enough for that one drink and gave it to the woman before she could retreat. "One drink for the road. The news will upset the already delicate balance and I hate being the one to bear them." She said and raised her cup to Lady Grimm before taking a decent gulp from the alcohol.

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#3

  “For the road.” Tamsyn’s returned Visenya’s salute and took a mouthful of the rich red liquid, a thought mulling in her mind.

“That the Essosi and his offer will upset the balance of things I have no doubt.” Emerald eyes stared hard into the gently swirling crimson liquid in Tamsyn’s cup. “I must say though, I have never found it an undesirable thing to be the bearer of news. Even ill or unwelcome news. Of course things may well be different for you what with your liege lord being your cousin, but for me… well, my lands are the entirety of a small wind swept rock in the Sunset Sea and my familial connection to the Tarley’s is tenuous at best. Being the bearer of news helps to keep me in my lord's mind. Being the bearer of information such as this makes me look well informed and will win me a little favour. That is good for me personally and by connection Greyshield.”

Placing her cup down on the table, Tamsyn smiled, trying to take the edge off the unintended lecture she had just given someone she greatly admired. Around them trade in the tavern seemed to be picking up. The atmosphere was becoming more louder and boisterous by the moment. For the sake neither of them having to start to raise their voices, Tamsyn shuffled her chair a little closer to that of her companion.

“Perhaps we should discuss other subjects. I must admit I’ve been keen to make your acquaintance for sometime. Women in positions like ours are still quite a rare breed and even then you are something of a stand out my lady.” For a moment Tamsyn’s gaze lingered almost hungrily on the shield at Visenya’s side as the memories of years of fruitless pleading danced through her head. “I’d hate for our first meeting to be dominated by subjects we shall have to talk about more than I suspect either of us care to tonight anyway so if I may; why do you carry your shield with you in the city? For several reasons I struggle to believe you worry about being assaulted and it does rather draw attention to you.”
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Visenya sighed and shook her head. She didn't know how things worked in the Reach, but at the North, she was a lady with no lands. She had people to take care of for sure, but her responsibilities rarely involved tending fully to lands, nor did they require her to make sure her liege lord remembered them. She was lucky both in a historical as well as in an everyday practical sense. She lived in Dragonstone all her life and so did her cousin and lord. No Visenya's concern was not so much how Ned would react to the news, but rather why the things had to become even more complicated than they already were. She had a fairly good idea about how her cousin would take to the news.

She took another generous sip of her wine, this time with an amused smirk as Lady Grimm doubled over on her lecture about bearing news. She had often come across young ladies that seemed to both admire, envy or be bewildered by her choice of 'ladyship'. Only the woman across her was not a young maiden, still trying to figure her place in the world of nobles. No this was something very different. Perhaps it was mutual understanding of having the power that was traditionally associated with men. And the pros and cons that came with it. "I am honored you think so." She said simply with an amused expression as she watched the other lady in breeches scoot closer, taking a longing look at her shield before continuing. Visenya raised an intrigued eyebrow at the following question. This was a new way to make small talk that she had never encountered before. She decided it was worth a shot.

"Believe it or not, it is more of a habbit and the need to be prepared rather than an actual fear of being assaulted. King's Landing is, as of now, the center of all attention and activity for the Seven Kingdoms. It's more crowded than I have ever seen it before. It is bound to have attracted all sorts of people and a shield on your back is a dagger that won't be lodging itself there anytime soon while going about business in the alleys." She grinned and took another sip of her drink. "Also, a shield makes for a more menacing look should vagabonds consider of looking for a fight. Allows me a measure of peace as I roam about the streets without having to glare away or shut down unwanted company." She explained. "You do not see many women in breeches wondering the streets in King's Landing I'm afraid. Trouble is always attracted by the exotic."
 

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  A thin smile curled across Tamsyn’s mouth at the mention of how few women wore breeches in the city. Ordinarily perhaps that was accurate, but for today at least she had unleashed a small horde of them on the city in the form of her sisters. She was certain there would be some trouble wherever they went. There generally was. Astrid and Talia seemed to specialise in creating it almost as much as she had years ago.

“Perhaps then it would be sensible for me to acquire a shield of my own.” Tamsyn regretted the words almost as soon as they escaped her lips and took a hasty sip of her wine before continuing. “At this point though I imagine it might be better to hire someone to hold it too and rely on something less obvious for my own protection.” As she spoke and without her realising, Tamsyn’s fingers found their way to the spike hanging from her neck.

“I defer to your knowledge on this of course my lady; I’ve only ever enjoyed a few sporadic lesson in sword handling and I can’t say my instructors were entirely focused on teaching me, but I imagine a sword or shield used poorly is as much a danger to one’s self as any foe?”
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Visenya rolled her eyes at the mention of a hired sword. "You better trust the man or woman holding the shield for you then. Concealed weapons last only as long as the element of surprise does." She commented and waved her cup around, watching casually the red liquid swirling. "Shields are fundamentally different from swords. A shield protects but can be used as a blunt weapon if need be. A sword is mostly for attack. Piercing and slashing. However, it is hard to get injured from a shield used incompetently.... unlike a sword. I'm sure your instructors at least told you that. I take it you found the way of the sword unfitting of a lady?" She asked curiously.
 

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  “I always wanted to learn more but that is not what fate wished for me it seems. My father undoubtedly didn’t think it was suitable for a lady. He was a very… traditional man. By his way of thinking, the sharpest thing a woman of noble birth should ever hold is a sewing needle. As for my instructors…” At this moment the stony look that had occupied Tamsyn’s face from the moment she had thought of her father was displaced with a playful smile. “well, they were infrequent and sporadic; knights and the such who were all extremely keen for a lady to toy with their sword for a little while. They never told me much apart from making sure I knew how best to grasp their weapon. They were quite keen on teaching that lesson and less so any others. I suspect someone such as yourself could have taught me far more in far less time.”

Taking another mouthful of wine, Tamsyn’s eyes drifted momentarily to a table behind Visenya’s. Several pairs of eyes stared back at her. It appeared that they were drawing attention, or rather she suspected, Lady Mormont was.

“Of course, fate did compensate me rather better than many. In the Shields at least, it is completely ordinary for a lady to know how to sail a small craft. Or at the very least know how to captain one. Normal enough that even my father was in favour of me being instructed in how to command a ship. A fortuitous state of affairs considering it is now my duty to command our fleet.”
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Visenya laughed at the mention of the instructors "Oh Gods...." She took a moment to suppress her laughter before addressing Tamsyn again. "Knights usualy have a different kind of swordplay in mind when they instruct a lady in handling their weapon." She snorted and finished up her drink. She was unaware of the attention and she had grown used to stares of surprise or disapproval so she had learned to dismiss or not register them at all.

"Never been much of a seafarer myself. I prefer the woods and the hunts. However if you really wish to get some proper training while this summit lasts, come find me at Stars-n-Plough Inn."