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

As Khailey took her leave Jakob smiled as she brushed past. Whether it was a mistake or a move Jakob wasn't too know but he enjoyed the touch for a nrief second and then returned to the present. Slightly watching the slender form disappear. Jakob felt that the meeting was totally over now and took a short, curtious, bow.

"Lord Tyrell, I believe you are needed elsewhere, I'm sure we will begin soon." And with that Jakob left. Pushing through landless gentry and some more notable knights he found a place for himself, just another face in the crowd really. He would serve his king as he should and nothing more. There was other business to attend too, perhaps the visit would be more fruitful in the coming days and he could properly network with the other houses. Now was slightly impromptu for any real meetings.