[Action] Going Calling

[tallasaking]

Who: Tyrion
Broadcast: N.O.P.E
Action: Tyrion's making his way around the Fleet. Hi Friends.
When: First week of August

Having an engineering augment had seriously helped him with the ability to have some breathing space on the rather overly metal surfaces of the First Breath. Not that he didn't love his ship - honestly he spent as much time there chatting up Lily and Hawke as he did sleep.

Let's face it, Tyrion wasn't much for sleeping. So when he wasn't working on the Engineering of the ship (hour or two, tops), or his own projects (four to five depending on how late he stayed up), then managing the bar (eight hours), he still had time on his hands. So he would take that shuttle, and head out into the deep dark (don't think about it, do not even think about not having air), to visit.

If you are expecting a handsome - well at least charming - dwarf, do feel free to open your airlocks. No worries, he can break in if necessary.

Comments

[tallasaking]

Well, that was really up to Jon and Bran to bring that up. If they were keeping silent? It was not Tyrion's problem, nor was it his place to push for trust when it had been so hard to earn it.

"And no one should trust the Lords of Atroma. Not with their money, at the very least." Certainly not with anyone lives.

He smirks faintly, "Then you should be fine."

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Robb shakes his head slowly.

“Not at all. Also not wit...ourselves. Or our lives.” The tone of his voice is a little bitter when he says that. Living this life is all fun and games, but it rubs him the wrong way that he nothing but some sort of pawn.

“I think I will be able to handle everything properly, yes.” After saying that he gazes at Tyrion for a long moment. “I think that covers everything we needed to discuss, is it not?”

[tallasaking]

Tyrion gave him a thoughtful look, before he nods in agreement, to all of it. He puts aside the wine - he only took a few sips - and jumps gracefully to his feet. He is getting rather good at this, now. Getting to his feet without immediately falling to his face. The removal of liquor must have helped.

"I bid you a good evening, Lord Stark."

[kingofbadlifechoices]

“You may take the wine with you, if you wish it so.” Robb points at the bottle. “I like them sweeter than that one.”

When the other gets up he stands as well, looking at Tyrion with the best neutral expression he is capable of. Of all the Lannisters he knows of the Imp is one of the least troublesome.

“Likewise, lord Tyrion.”

[tallasaking]

Tyrion paused, before he stated simply, "I am afraid the temptation would be too great for me - but I do have a friend who likes such vintages. I shall take it to Fenris."

He nods his head stiffly, but courteously, with the flair that he is famous for, then turns to leave. He is standing up straighter than he ever has, and he does let the other man see his back.

A sign of trust. Wary trust, but trust.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Robb nods quietly and lets the older man take the wine with him. This Fenris fellow might enjoy it. For a moment he wants to ask Tyrion after the temptations of wine but finally he decides not to.

He gives the other man another nod as he walks out of the door but remains quiet. It could be that he has done well by agreeing to all of this or that it might be his downfall eventually. Remembering the fact that the saddle Tyrion designed for Bran to use did actually work very well, he tends to lean to the positive side to all of this.

Tyrion Lannister maybe isn’t all that bad... Maybe.