[b][u]Lord Jakob Frey, Lord of the Crossing[/u][/b]

Jakob was starting to enjoy the Tyrell's company. The man was smart, ruthless and a much better player than himself. Certainly a man not to charge against so foolishly. The mention of the other Freys made Jakob instinctively go for his blade on his back, which he remembered was with his other effects, he always loved to touch his scythe as he remembered his 'family.' Steeling himself Jakob did not break the eye contact, he was not a weak man but he was a snart one and to face off with the Tyrells now would be a foolish move.

"Unfortunately with so many branches of the family, trust and reliance were hard to come by when every brother too neice was looking to take your linheritance. I am proud to say that my family have once again restored complete order, rebuilt the Twins and reinforced it to hold off a horde. Be it the pesantry or the guards themselves. Sometimes friends are simply a luxery we cannot afford. Especially when you don't know your friends true intentions, made even worse if said friends are your family." Jakob was in no mood to verbally joust and he sighed as Gwayne turned his attentions to the Lannister girl. In truth Jakob was tired of the court already. He would kneel, swear fealty and then be excused from the real politics for the rest of the night. Not what he wanted but he had to serve at the king's leisure. And he was not going to try and claim that he held anywhere near the land or men that the other notable houses did. Still, therthere was always a way to change that. Loyalty was a valuable asset.