Gilder’s Solar, Tidehall, 2nd Day, Afternoon – Crefley, Daeron, Roger, ?

Crefley has never been in this part of the castle before. He sits uncomfortably, but not as a result of the plump feathered cushion beneath him. He had been directed to the seat by his Lord, and dared not refuse him or look a fool by choosing another. Not that there were many better seats to be had. Lord Gilder sits in a tallback chair that, had he not seen the actual Lord’s Seat in the Great Hall below, he would have mistaken for a throne. Ser Bohemund and Ser Sigurd share a small loveseat, clearly uncomfortable by the other’s proximity. Daeron is seated by his Uncle’s right hand, as is expected of an heir, he supposes. Ser Roger chose a spot on the wide stone windowsill, and the young septon is fussing about in the center of the room.

“My Lord, this will not do! The dogs attacking the dead in your house? They must be done away with immediately! I do not see…”

Gilder holds up a hand, silencing the septon’s complaints. “If you have something to say about our dogs, take it up with the kennelmaster. I fear we have more important things to discuss, and you are here to speak to those things. Daeron, I thought you said the kennelmaster’s son and some mummer girl would be joining us?” As he speaks, Martin enters the room, bows low and mutters apologies. “Halfway there, then. Leave it to the mummer to make an entrance. Very well. Who wishes to begin?”

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Ooc: I’m assuming about a 15 minute break between the beginning of this and leaving the yard. If people, say, wanted to gather something, or drop something off in their rooms, that could have happened.