He was quickly growing bored of the inn, eyes lazily scanning the people, mostly made up buffoons in various states of drunkeness, most singing some drunken attempt The rains of Castamere, his eye twitching every so often, he was quickly growing irritated of his 'company' and contemplated going back to his rooms "Lannisters Lannisters..everywhere I go they pop up.." he grumbled.

Richard tilted his head slightly confused, having never seen a clearly grown man the size of a boy. After realizing he was staring, he shook his head. "Apologies, friend; I did not mean to stare."

"Well look who it is."

Tyrion, though a Lannister, to the young girl seemed the only Lannister with any kind of sense. So she didn't mind him much. "Hello." she greeted him, as he walked into the room she had been hiding out in to avoid needlework.

Perhaps we are more alike than we imagine then.