#jayse

He felt stuffy in the mix of snotty nobles and needed a breath of fresh air. He loves Dorne, the culture and the wine both equally but the nobles who weren't used to the Dornish weather was quite obvious. "Sooner or later the northerners are going to start taking clothes off if they keep them without air conditioning," he joked with a small laugh. "That will be a sight to see, won't it?"

"I'm afraid, my good sir," he began as he used a hand to move the gold coins closer to him and into a pouch, "you've lost your valuables fair and square" he grinned, though the other wasted no time in grabbing Jayse by the collar and muttering something. Preparing to be hit, Jayse began to flinch but watched as the person's partner seemed to get the punch to the face. "Seven hells," he exclaimed with a relieved laugh, stepping back, pouch close to him as he sat next to a random person. "Care for a drink? Their treat" he winked

Despite now being betrothed to her cousin, he was fairly close to the Arryn family to begin with. Whether it was do to good luck or mere association through Jasper he had managed to integrate himself into the family pretty well. And now he was here to see Aemma, mainly make sure she was doing alright despite how horrible their situations seemed to be. "Ah, Lady Sharra," he smiled, "I was looking for Aemma but I'm just as happy talking to you" he hummed as he walked up to her. "How are you?"

Was being forced into a betrothal with one of his best friends a bad thing? Not necessarily, but he didn't view Aemma in that light and, quite frankly, he felt he had done worse things in the past for him to be a part of this. "Aemma," he said with a bow of his head, feeling that formalities didn't matter between them at this point. "I was thinking," he said as he walked towards her, "we go find somewhere away from prying eyes and I show you around town"

He may have been a swindler but he even knew when to not kick someone while they were down. And, seeing the - who he perceived to be - naive noble getting robbed of their money in this game of poker left a bad taste in his mouth. Walking up behind the guy, he bumped into it as the dice fell out of his hand - coincidentally landing on a perfect winning number. "Huh," he said as he quickly grabbed the dice and tossed it again, it landing on the same two numbers.

"Looks like I'm either incredibly lucky or these are loaded dice," he said as he placed both hands on each one of the guy's shoulder and leaned forward. "Get out of here before I deal with you myself" he whispered, the guy scoffing and tossing the money he had taken from her onto the table before storming off. "You alright there?" he asked, now sitting across from her, "please tell me you weren't aware he was swindling you"

He simply sighed as he rubbed the back of a random crying noblewoman, wondering what he had gotten himself into. "Please get me out of this my arm is getting tired" he whispered to the person besides him. "I don't even know her"