Brandon gave a glare to the young man from the riverlands, still itching for a fight. He could feel the tempest swirling in his bones, an almost uncontrollable mix of fury of violence. As he feels this his family's words ring in his head. 

[i]Ours, is the fury[/i]

Growing up he never really understood those words. Not until a fateful day when he was fifteen. The day he took on twenty skilled men in a melee and came out on top. During that fight, in that time of chaos and violence, did he understand what those words meant. 

A gentle hand on his arms brings him down from the precipice of rage and violence. Brandon turns to see his sister, giving him a look with those eyes of hers, a look he knows he can't resist. Staring into those eyes he feels the fury drain out of him until there's nothing left but cold, hard rationality. 

He gives his sister a nod, assuring her that he's not going to tear Tiras to shreds right now. He watches her go to talk with Manasa. After that a girl that could only be Alyssa Arryn makes her appearance. Trying to be either humorous or scathing, though Brandon couldn't tell which. 

[color=fff200]"Lyanna!"[/color] Brandon's reprimand of his sister was swift, harsh. A bit more harsh then he intended which caused him to wince. Still, it had to be done. He approached the lithe girl from the Vale and was about to say something when heard a cold voice behind him. 

[color=fdc68a]"What a pleasure to finally meet a...Lady of the Arynn House. Although, I must say, your sense of humour really is disappointing. One would think that after such a long time of hiding away, you could have at least rehearsed your irony. Is it really that difficult to actually think before making oneself heard?" [/color]

Brandon turned, eyeing the girl from the Reach, then eying her large bodyguard. A very confident smirk graced Brandon's rugged countenance. [color=fff200]"The Tyrell's haven't lost their thorns I see. No wonder they haven't done anything noteworthy in a century. It's really a shame, once such a great house reduced to verbal slander. You once had so much power, yet where are you now?"[/color]
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Willam's ears burned a slight bit at Talea using her nickname for him in this particular setting. Though he didn't think anyone heard her. The young lion wasn't really interested in the staredown between Rivers and Baratheon, though his money was on the one in full plate if it came down to it. No, he was far more interested in actually talking to someone. His initial target was the girl who silently made it past him, the Tyrell's bastard Iris Flowers. Willam thought she would've made for a very interesting conversation. 

But alas it was for naught. Alyssa Arryn chose that moment to arrive and let of a supposedly witty remark, eliciting remarks from both his target and the Baratheon girl. Then of course the giant of a man had to make his own remark and now talking to Iris would be impossible. So Willam sidled up to Reed Stark, placing his hand on the boy's shoulder. 

[color=ed1c24]"I understand the trip from Winterfell to here must have been long. Tell me, how was it? Did you encounter any trouble along the way?"[/color] Willam was being truthful when he told Reed he wanted them to be friends, so a brief conversation seemed like the best place to start, you know, while the rest of the room was imploding in on itself.