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Yadon Maegyr
Location: Stark's residence in New King's Landing > Meeting Room
Time: Morning
Without initial attention to involving himself, Yadon was still negatively surprised by a man's rawness on such a vital position towards the young lady. He was already aware of the common brutality folk faced around Westeros, but the plain disrespect towards esteemed guest's party.
Eloise wasted no time verbally assaulting the man, albeit in as polished a tone as possible. Seeing how the guard was even more inclined to talk back. It has occurred to him. The barbarian had no idea who he is either. Seeing how the ongoing verbal dispute would be anything but productive in this case, Yadon laid his hand on Eloise's shoulder and squeezed lightly to get her to pause.
"Kind sir," the First Sword spoke instead. "We were unaware of your extraordinarily unusual way of greeting host's guests. We meant no insult." The tone of his voice sounded slightly condescending. Not that a half-wit such as a man standing in front of them would pick up on it. The guard eyed them both with not-so-hidden spite. "Ya don't look like any noble I've seen," he referred to Yadon's unusual clothes. Smirking back politely, the First Sword proceeded to respond when the man appearing behind the guard interrupted him.
Albeit dressed in rather notable black and red clothes and adorned with many hair accessories, the man seemed rugged and out of place, trying to fit in. Nevertheless, Yadon had no desire to question the placement of someone that worked in their favor. Instead, he responded to a nod with a respectful bow, allowing men to discuss the matter between them briefly.
It didn't take for the guard to yield, although with evident disapproval. The dark-haired man stepped forward, placing his hand on his chest and yet remaining straightened, setting a barrier between his actions and his pride.
An Ironborn, he thought.
With Starks as their hosts and other notably prideful houses too small to have an additional representative, there was almost no doubt. Even so, he allowed the answer to come to him instead.
"Ambassador Maegyr," the man addressed him correctly, "I apologize for the inconvenience. I am confident that we all agree that all of this was unnecessary but harmless." The name seemed to ring the bell as the guard suddenly lost all of the color from his face. Briefly observing Eloise, the man proceeded. "Best not to let the assembly wait any longer, First Sword."
"Of course," he agreed reluctantly, looking for the name or the title to attach the vision to, and the man seemed to be witty enough to catch on.
"Maddock Goodbrother," he introduced himself briefly. "It is an honor."
"Likewise, lord Goodbrother," Yadon responded respectfully, and it seemed to have set back the ironborn before he smirked and nodded with approval.
"Please," Maddock gestured forward. "After you."
As soon as the group's backs were turned towards him, Maddock grabbed the insolent guard, showing him into the doorway. "You useless piece of snot," he squeezed out into the man's face through his teeth. "Make yourself fucking useful and tell Lion's men that the snare is set," he demanded, and the guard nodded quickly. Without further clarification, the ironborn walked back, rejoining the group. "This way," he offered politely, leading them down the hallway.
"I could not help but notice," Maddock spoke up to break the silence. "You seemed familiar with my identity," he stated, offering Yadon a curious glance, scar over his eye seemingly dancing with anticipation. As rejecting a small talk would have seemed impolite, the First Sword nodded and smirked.
"What sort of ambassador would I be not to familiarize myself with the vast history of the event that I am about to witness. I'd like to think I know more than I will need."
"Admirable," the ironborn agreed. "It isn't every day that there's such refreshment at the table." Using the opportunity to jab into the matter, if only briefly, Yadon responded matter-of-factly. "The pleasure is all mine. And perhaps later, we could discuss the improvement of the safety of our waters as well?"
Although the ironborn laughed out and nodded to it, the atmosphere changed. Not only was lord Goodbrother reminded of the stand Essos made towards his kin, but he was also reminded of his position in it all. So much so that he had to acknowledge it. His patience, however, was impressive.
"I'm afraid that your complaints will have to be addressed to lord Greyjoy," he clarified, and Yadon acknowledged it with an exaggerated curiosity. "Oh? I will see to do that then, certainly. And I will also make sure he knows of your hospitality. Thank you."
Unsure on how to respond, Maddock nodded and stopped in front of a sizeable double-door leading into the meeting room. There, he once again looked down, observing young women briefly. "With all due respect, ambassador, only the rightful participants are allowed inside the room."
"Oh, well," Yadon responded quickly, almost as if he expected it to be the case. "I assure you that these lovely ladies certainly are of a lot of interest to the entire situation."
Maddock, on the other hand, played the part of obliviousness, as hard as it were.
"I am not certain that I follow," he admitted solemnly. Unwilling to clarify the matter further to a man who had nothing to do with it, Yadon paused to recollect his thought and explain anew, once and for all confirming that Maddock would not get many more details than that.
"Very well," he agreed finally. "I suppose that is fair." It was clear that such a decision would not sit well with young Baratheon. Not while her beloved brother sat only a door away. For that, he turned to Eloise, leaning next to her ear.
"There are a time and a place to demand your highborn rights," he whispered. "This is not it. I will grant you your audience, but you have to not attract any more attention to yourself until I do. Trust me," he concluded and straightened up, referring back to the ironborn.
"Ladies are willing to remain outside for the time being. Would you be so kind as to keep an eye on them?" Yadon asked, and almost instantly, Maddock nodded in agreement. "Of course. Young ladies are safe with me, I assure you."
With another official greeting from the positioned men, the door opened, and Yadon entered the room, followed by guards. From the inside, his name was loudly announced.
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Location: Stark's residence in New King's Landing > Meeting Room
Time: Morning
Without initial attention to involving himself, Yadon was still negatively surprised by a man's rawness on such a vital position towards the young lady. He was already aware of the common brutality folk faced around Westeros, but the plain disrespect towards esteemed guest's party.
Eloise wasted no time verbally assaulting the man, albeit in as polished a tone as possible. Seeing how the guard was even more inclined to talk back. It has occurred to him. The barbarian had no idea who he is either. Seeing how the ongoing verbal dispute would be anything but productive in this case, Yadon laid his hand on Eloise's shoulder and squeezed lightly to get her to pause.
"Kind sir," the First Sword spoke instead. "We were unaware of your extraordinarily unusual way of greeting host's guests. We meant no insult." The tone of his voice sounded slightly condescending. Not that a half-wit such as a man standing in front of them would pick up on it. The guard eyed them both with not-so-hidden spite. "Ya don't look like any noble I've seen," he referred to Yadon's unusual clothes. Smirking back politely, the First Sword proceeded to respond when the man appearing behind the guard interrupted him.
Albeit dressed in rather notable black and red clothes and adorned with many hair accessories, the man seemed rugged and out of place, trying to fit in. Nevertheless, Yadon had no desire to question the placement of someone that worked in their favor. Instead, he responded to a nod with a respectful bow, allowing men to discuss the matter between them briefly.
It didn't take for the guard to yield, although with evident disapproval. The dark-haired man stepped forward, placing his hand on his chest and yet remaining straightened, setting a barrier between his actions and his pride.
An Ironborn, he thought.
With Starks as their hosts and other notably prideful houses too small to have an additional representative, there was almost no doubt. Even so, he allowed the answer to come to him instead.
"Ambassador Maegyr," the man addressed him correctly, "I apologize for the inconvenience. I am confident that we all agree that all of this was unnecessary but harmless." The name seemed to ring the bell as the guard suddenly lost all of the color from his face. Briefly observing Eloise, the man proceeded. "Best not to let the assembly wait any longer, First Sword."
"Of course," he agreed reluctantly, looking for the name or the title to attach the vision to, and the man seemed to be witty enough to catch on.
"Maddock Goodbrother," he introduced himself briefly. "It is an honor."
"Likewise, lord Goodbrother," Yadon responded respectfully, and it seemed to have set back the ironborn before he smirked and nodded with approval.
"Please," Maddock gestured forward. "After you."
As soon as the group's backs were turned towards him, Maddock grabbed the insolent guard, showing him into the doorway. "You useless piece of snot," he squeezed out into the man's face through his teeth. "Make yourself fucking useful and tell Lion's men that the snare is set," he demanded, and the guard nodded quickly. Without further clarification, the ironborn walked back, rejoining the group. "This way," he offered politely, leading them down the hallway.
"I could not help but notice," Maddock spoke up to break the silence. "You seemed familiar with my identity," he stated, offering Yadon a curious glance, scar over his eye seemingly dancing with anticipation. As rejecting a small talk would have seemed impolite, the First Sword nodded and smirked.
"What sort of ambassador would I be not to familiarize myself with the vast history of the event that I am about to witness. I'd like to think I know more than I will need."
"Admirable," the ironborn agreed. "It isn't every day that there's such refreshment at the table." Using the opportunity to jab into the matter, if only briefly, Yadon responded matter-of-factly. "The pleasure is all mine. And perhaps later, we could discuss the improvement of the safety of our waters as well?"
Although the ironborn laughed out and nodded to it, the atmosphere changed. Not only was lord Goodbrother reminded of the stand Essos made towards his kin, but he was also reminded of his position in it all. So much so that he had to acknowledge it. His patience, however, was impressive.
"I'm afraid that your complaints will have to be addressed to lord Greyjoy," he clarified, and Yadon acknowledged it with an exaggerated curiosity. "Oh? I will see to do that then, certainly. And I will also make sure he knows of your hospitality. Thank you."
Unsure on how to respond, Maddock nodded and stopped in front of a sizeable double-door leading into the meeting room. There, he once again looked down, observing young women briefly. "With all due respect, ambassador, only the rightful participants are allowed inside the room."
"Oh, well," Yadon responded quickly, almost as if he expected it to be the case. "I assure you that these lovely ladies certainly are of a lot of interest to the entire situation."
Maddock, on the other hand, played the part of obliviousness, as hard as it were.
"I am not certain that I follow," he admitted solemnly. Unwilling to clarify the matter further to a man who had nothing to do with it, Yadon paused to recollect his thought and explain anew, once and for all confirming that Maddock would not get many more details than that.
"Very well," he agreed finally. "I suppose that is fair." It was clear that such a decision would not sit well with young Baratheon. Not while her beloved brother sat only a door away. For that, he turned to Eloise, leaning next to her ear.
"There are a time and a place to demand your highborn rights," he whispered. "This is not it. I will grant you your audience, but you have to not attract any more attention to yourself until I do. Trust me," he concluded and straightened up, referring back to the ironborn.
"Ladies are willing to remain outside for the time being. Would you be so kind as to keep an eye on them?" Yadon asked, and almost instantly, Maddock nodded in agreement. "Of course. Young ladies are safe with me, I assure you."
With another official greeting from the positioned men, the door opened, and Yadon entered the room, followed by guards. From the inside, his name was loudly announced.
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