[b][u]Lord Patrick Baelish, Overlord of the Riverlands[/u][/b]

Patrick was feeling more and more like a recluse now. He had elected to mingle with the other Riverlords and was regretting the mistake already. He was receiving more cold stares than the Frey lad did and could tell that this wasn't likely to change soon. Despite this he attempted to enjoy himself. he had brought a large following to the coronation and instead busied himself by gossiping and joking with his retinue. However the joviality was brought to a halt as the Frey did in fact appear. Pushing his way through to Patrick, the Baelish nodded and smiled at Jakob.

"Jakob my boy, how are you?" Jakob's response was a dull and muted grunt as he sat down. "What is it my boy?"

"You are touted for Master of Coin again, my lord. If you were to receive such a position what would happen in the Riverlands?" Ptrick knew exactly what Jakob meant.

"The taxes and tariffs would stay the same, they will continue to fill the royal coffers, besides the Kingdom still owes the Lannisters so much money it beggars belief. 200 years and we have only put a dent in the massive debt. Perhaps if we sold them the Twins then we could take another bite out of the debt." Patrick and his following laughed but Jakob remained silent. Standing, Jakob left the group. Patrick was left wondering whether he had crossed a line and then decided against it. People didn't exactly follow the Freys highly and the boy was just an angry so-and-so who couldn't solve all his problems with violence.    



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

As Jakob left the party of Baelishes he marched straight over to Tristan who was gingerly sipping at his second wine. The boy always knew how to make children look like men, Jakob laughed to himself. Sitting with the Heir to the Tully house he looked around nd then leant in.

"A meeting, tonight. I want all of the Riverlords there, not Baelish of course. We have business to discuss. Are you with me friend?" Jakob's voice was slightly pleading at this point. He always knew how to tug at Tristan's heart strings.

"Why can't you do this Jakob? I'm not exactly part of a Noble House am I."

"Yes but people still remember when you were, do this for me. They will listen to you." Tristan nodded his head but raised a finger.

"I will be telling them that this for you though. I won't deceive the Lords." Jakob nodded that he accepted the terms and watched as Tristan got up and begun to spread the word amongst the nobles. Hopefully his name would put none of the lords off. The Riverlands had suffered in silence since the War of Five Kings and now it was time to discuss returning to former glories. Tristan could finish his job and then find Jakob, for now the Frey lord had other matters. Standing he marched his way through the crowd with authority. He was now looking for Vernan Lannister however in his attempt to navigate the people he ended up bumping into the back of a Dornish noble woman. Standing up straight he apologised profusely. It was Adrienne Martell, not somebody he had been looking for but then networking outside of his locale was not always a bad thing.