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It's a fine day for sunshine. I find myself pitying those who choose to live beneath stones and only play at seeing sunlight. The real thing is not so easy to replicate. It seems to be getting warmer as well. Summer Is Coming, as they might say in my own Westerlands. If there is anything to love about this world, it is the peculiarly short seasons. It is a strange thing to have them all wrapped up in one year. I find myself wondering how it is you're able to keep track of them when they each go by so swiftly. It is near spring, but I'm told it will only be a few months long with more certainty than even the wisest maesters can manage - and this from an ill-bred soldier with scant few hairs on his lip.

I will say this for the south, however. It is blessed with very few imps.

[Locked to the Unseelie]

I've spent an uncomfortably long time in Seelie lands these past few weeks, though I am to understand a fairy ring is not so far off ahead of me. Would that we had such things in my own seven kingdoms, I might have done a fair bit more traveling. Though I confess I find it terribly disappoint how utterly small this world is made out to be. Is it truly a void beyond the oceans? I would imagine that it could not have always been that way. Certainly there had to be something far off out there, beyond where ships are able to reach.

In any case, I do have a point beyond the tedium of long riding. My name is Tyrion Lannister, which may not merit much weight here, but I was known as the King's Hand and the Master of Coin where I was from. I excelled in both duties and while I have no mind to butcher my features in further battles, I would see my skills put to proper use still. There is a certain spire that I feel might benefit from my talents and so it is there I mean to go. But I am given to understand there are a number of spires in all and would be only too glad to find other similar minded individuals to begin making certain investments. I do not yet have all my wealth at my disposal, but I promise you I always pay my due. A Lannister always pays his debts.

There is one other matter. Briefly for a time there were two of my kin here. My brother Jaime Lannister and my bastard nephew, Joffrey. Did anyone perchance to meet either of them? I know they are long gone from this world, but I would be interested to know if there was anything they might have left behind.

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[ a pattern emerges. one where (it seems) buffy is simply a contrary kinda gal. eager to argue with every damn point. ]

Some of us. Maybe. But it's not all pain and suffering. Not for everyone.

[ because if it was, why would she bother saving anyone at all? ]

Not everyone, no. But again, I claim ignorance on the matter.

[He was so very, very recently divorced himself.]

[ even she can feel the coiling no-good-awful-bad-bad-feelings vibe from the conversation as a whole.

so! carefully (and presuming she might find herself with a less incendiary topic: ] Tell me. Being filthy rich in Medieval-land comes with, like, oodles of servants. Right?

Many oodles. [Though he did not know that as any measurement he was familiar with.] Even our servants have servants. Those servants might have some as well, though I confess I never see the servants that serve the servants, so I've not thought to inquire.

[ many oodles. she laughs -- it's an easy and trifling kinda laugh. as embittered as she could at times be, buffy seems to find delight just as simple. ]

Lucky servants. Y'know -- the first set. The ones with the...yeah, you know what I mean. It just kills the joke to try and explain it.

Seven forbid your jape be ruined. I was nearly in stitches already.

[Evidenced by how much he didn't laugh at her. Though her laugh had in turn at least made him smile. That was comforting, as he hadn't smiled much of late.]

Fortunately, I'm perfectly okay with everyone else not laughing at my jokes. My -- uh, japes are for me.

[ it's her turn to say a word that she wasn't super familiar with. whatever. in any case, her feelings aren't hurt and she's clearly not out to sting his. laughter is laughter: it's not something that needs to be hard won or sorely lost. ]

I never was the class clown.

You would make for a sad fool, I think. You are made for better things than clowning.

[It might be high praise, but in truth he's never known of a female fool. Lackwit women like Lollys were not made to be used as entertainment, but to be given to some lesser son for marriage alliances. Or upjumped knights, he recalled bitterly.

Though in truth, the best fools were the clever ones, not the stupid ones.]

[ intended or not, buffy sops up all the praise she can get. it might be heavily salted and met with a mild guffaw, but it keeps her in a sweetened mood all the same. ]

And red noses just look awful on me. [ hm! ] Look. I can't promise you the world. And I'm not gonna lie to you and say Archer's already got this place sorted out. He hasn't. We haven't. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't stop by and go window shopping. Y'know?

[ and so the conversation winds down. ]

Oh, I intend to. He is not the only baron to call upon me, but I think this one shall be the first I look at.

[... if only because Vanessa's dedication to the Unseelie was unsettling and because Damon seemed to be Maegor the Cruel reborn. Archer did not seem clever, but he did not seem a monster either.]

I will be sure to call upon you once I arrive.

I'll be the blonde crazy-gluing Archer's messes back together. So just --

[ huff. ] Whatever you choose to do, don't choose it until you speak to me.

[ because she's assuming archer won't inspire much in the way of faith. nor does she expect too much of herself, either. but at least a vague manner of rapport has been developed. so before she ruins it with spare chatter, buffy snaps the locket shut. ]

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