The Chancellor's Office

Lord Lyonel walked slowly towards the door of the large office. He raised a fist and slowly knocked on the opulent door, balancing precariously on his cane. He carried an elegantly carved rosewood box tucked under his shoulder.

"I would not mind a nip of the good stuff. Assuming you stock any thing a man would deem good." Lyonel smiled easily and moved slowly to a chair. "Do you mind?" He nodded slightly to the chair with his head.

Lyonel lowered himself slowly into the chair and took the drink with a pleased smile. He could not help taking a sip from the drink before speaking. "This is exceptional Uther. You should not have shared such a fine vintage with me. It is very likely that I will steal the bottle when your back is turned. So watch me very closely." As he sipped he lowered the rosewood box down onto the table between them.

"You will not believe what this is, not if you guessed from today until the sun burned away every ocean." Lyonel gave Uther a small smile. He slid the box across the desk toward the Chancellor. "I was speaking with a trader from Meereen today, and he sold me this writing set. He claimed that the five quills inside are the last five ever harvested from a living Harpy, and the ink was made from the bile of a dead kraken come to rest on the beaches of Slaver's bay." He paused to shake his head almost wistfully, "Complete hogwash of course, but the feathers come from some bird I have never seen. And I did like the onyx and jet settings inside the box, so I made him an offer and purchased it from him."

"I bought it because it caught my eye with his understated beauty, and a good yarn. I love a good yarn, and merchants are always armed with as many tales as goods. More I would thin." Lyonel smiled, "I was curious if you could identify the actual origin of the feather though." He sipped his drink again, another pleased sounds escaped his lips.

"The dreaded black children? They have arisen again." Lyonele chuckled at the answer. "Well I was hoping for something a great deal more epic for I have brought that here as a gift for you. Just tell your students it is a harpy feather."

"We have exchanged quite a few pleasantries in the past but I would not say we were truly friends." Lyonel replied. "I have come to redeem that great error. And there is no better lubrication to a new friendship besides a gift." He chuckled to himself, "Besides perhaps some spirits, but you have seen to that yourself."

Lyonel offered a small smile. His light blue eyes twinkled with a hint of mirth, "As your good friend I think it is my duty to advise you on what to give such a loyal friend as I." He chuckled lightly and leaned forward, "My son shall soon join me here in the city from Harrenhal. I would be greatly honored if he could attend some of the courses you have available here."

"Edgar, my heir. I hope to get him some training here, and then get permission for him to travel to Dragonstone." Lyonel replied quietly, his face tightening at the thought. "He badly wants to try as well."

"I am sure he will excel. He has the blood of a dragon flowing through his veins. Yet I can not help but worry." Lyonel replied his hand tightening around the cane. "And I may even be a little envious. I had the same desire until my leg was destroyed. I will just have to take pride in my son flying higher then I could ever manage."

Lyonel smiled with genuine appreciation, "These aches of mine are an old friend now. I would feel empty and alone with out them. Though I am quite greatful for your offer. I more sane man would agree in a heart beat."