<hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa248/Impervium2401/Capture-1.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Maester Owell (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=202982.msg9928170#msg9928170)<br/><strong>Where</strong>: Dining Hall, Greyhold<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lord Lewys Greystark, Tybolt Greystark, Lowell Greystark, and Leynir Greystark<br/><strong>Current State</strong>: Alert<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>Why am I so anxious?</em>Owell wondered as he stood a respectful distance behind Lord Lewys.  The brother, Tybolt, busied himself with greeting long lost family.  The children must have been like strangers to him, but he greeted them warmly and with an uncanny familiarity.  He could already tell the man in the red robes possessed a sharp mind.<br/><br/>Owell kept his lips closed and eyes open throughout.  He was more than a silent observer in this setting.  He was truly a stranger, the only person who had never met Tybolt before.  The man had departed weeks before Owell had arrived at Greyhold, destined to cross the Narrow Sea and convert to the red god.  His demeanor, his personality, his quirks and his motivations were all unknown to Owell.  It had been so long that much of him had likely changed.  Who was this man, now, really?  After more than a decade, Owell could not believe he had returned for a wedding.  Perhaps it was an opportunity?<br/><br/>Regardless, he did not trust him, nor the red robes he wore.<br/><br/>Owell sighed, clasping his hands so that the long sleeves of his Maester’s robe melded together.  If the Lord Lewys would abide the red god in Greyhold, then so must Maester Owell.  Abide, and watch very closely.<br/><br/><em>“No matter, I have an important piece of news to share with you, now that you’re all here… I’ve decided to remarry.”</em><br/><br/>Although Maester Owell remained calm and expressionless on the outside, inside his mind was once more racing.  He knew of his intent to remarry, but not to whom, and not when.  Still, a third marriage for the Lord of a significant house was no small news.  He had expected an announcement soon, likely some weeks after the Leynir’s wedding, perhaps when a child was already on the way.  Seeing the young couple had stirred his heart and once more brought him to seek a wife.  It was a suitable story, and one that would sway the opinion of the smallfolk.  Announcing it now, even if it was only to the immediate family, could spread worrisome rumors.  Why break the news now, upon the eve of Leynir’s wedding no less?  What were Lord Lewys’ intentions?<br/><br/>And then there was Tybolt.  Owell could not trust the man.  He suspected his presence would only mean trouble.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Equipment</strong>:<br/>-- Writing Kit (parchment, ink, quill, sand)<br/>-- Far Eye<br/>-- Taxation Letter<br/><strong>Combat</strong>: I don't really know what to put for this yet.<br/><strong>Intrigue</strong>: Same here...</div></div>