Rhoynar glanced over the pages of the book, its bindings weak and it's pages frayed. The entire item produced a think and dusty smell, one that would give any man reason to cough. The Nymerian smiled and picked up the small bag, tossing up in front of him. He bowed his head in the slightest and turned on his heels after the women he'd be sharing the road with. 

"Six months, Daeron. Six months." Ser Illyn commented. His voice stern and tall, matching his height and stature. In the mind's of the King's council members, he was a threat. The Greys were rich, powerful and to be feared. They were a striking family, each tall and thin, with eyes as blue as a crisp winter morning. It was a family trait they all seemed to share. It wasn't uncommon to share a feature with the rest of the family. The King and his brothers all seemed thickly set and broad shouldered, unlike the Wurms of the West with their thick red hair. The council in the castle feared war. In each of the holds across the Kingdom, the rumour of the Grey army seemed all too true. Yet in the East, things were calm. The people of Nymeria were as calm and as relaxed as they always had been in their holds made from thick stone the colour of the sun. Each made with bricks that glowed against the landscape.

Rhoynar wrapped the gold pouch to his belt and walked towards the door. He passed a faint smile to the girl and continued onwards as if they had all the time in the world. The old man shut the door behind them both, closing the secrets of the Grey house off from the rest of the world once more. With a brisk pace, the man set off out into a world that didn't care for politics or lords. Outside in the streets the people cared for homes, food and love. Not the games those inside would play. Of course they were a fantasy for all, but nothing more than simply that. Rhoynar stayed silent whilst they were travelling away from Lord Illyn's room. He didn't need a spy watching him across the Second East. Once he set foot into the gardens that bathed the front of the grand castle, he managed a word or two.

"By the looks of things, you could use a rest." He smiled, turning to look at her. "We've a long road ahead of us and I can guarantee the summer will get worse the further East we go."