With something of a smile, Jason hefted the bottle of wine off the rack in the cellar. Neville certainly stocked a good wine cellar. He hadn't seen this vintage in years. He looked at the label, letting his memories go back to when he had first seen it. Just after his first assignment as a sellsword before his parents had gotten their message to him that their land had been seized.<br/><br/>Whistling some old tune he had heard long ago, he headed back to the kitchen. Here he sought out several wine glasses. Holding them by the stems, he gave the women still in the kitchen a wink before heading back out. Behind him he heard them giggle about how differant the new lords were from before.<br/><br/><br/>He had no set plan in mind, just a curiosity as to what had been happening in the tower room since he had left. Jason couldn't speak for the other Lords of course and only vaguely knew their motives but one thing was fairly certain, they had fought side by side to bring the tryant down. Now together they would make his cold hearted wife learn that going to hell might be a relief from what would happen to her here. Naturally he was going to do his best that she didn't get to go to hell any time soon, just wish she had.