<div class="floatleft">(http://media.monstersandcritics.com/articles3/1709300/article_images/SpartacusLiamMcIntyre3.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Leynir Greystark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=202982.msg9929160#msg9929160)<br/><strong>Where</strong>: Greyhold Dining Hall<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>After Maiev's initial outburst, Leynir thought she was done. But the old woman continued on, curing R'hllor and Tybolt for serving the Flame God. He wanted to say something, but his grandmother had a tongue sharper than any blade, and he didn't want to be on the receiving end of one of her tirades. Thankfully his father spoke to her with authority; she was his mother, but he was still lord of Greyhold. He himself wasn't sure how he felt about Tybolt donning the red robes.<br/><br/>It felt like a betrayal to the Old Gods, but he was his uncle and he loved him. Ten years could be a lifetime, and much could have happened to make him convert. Only time would tell he supposed. He chuckled when Erik was just Erik, and the first thing out of his mouth was wondering if Tybolt could spar with him. That boy always wanted to fight, as if Leynir himself and a few others hadn't knocked him on his ass enough times during sparing sessions. The elbow in the side by Lowell hadn't gone unnoticed, and he gave the boy a look that said he'd get him back later, but it was all in good fun.<br/><br/>At least he was determined. In truth he too was curious of how things were done in Essos; maybe he'd watch, or spar with his uncle a little when given the time. After Tybolt took his seat, he looked to Longtooth with a bit of approval, stating the strength of the families blood. "Aye. Found him as a pup and raised him myself. He's as loyal a companion as any man could ask for, and deadly in a fight as well. Teeth like blades he has. Isn't that right, Longtooth."<br/><br/>His wolf wagged his tail at the praise and when his master scratched his ears. He nodded his head when the bald man said today would indeed be blessed. "Thank you, uncle." After that, his father gave news that no one had expected, and he was sure he heard someone gasp. "You plan to remarry? Father that's wonderful news!" His father was a strong man, but Leynir was perceptive. He knew his father was hurting still for the loss of his wives, and a man needed more than whores for companionship. "Is this a recent decision? Do we know the lucky lady?"