Where: The Red Keep
Who: Open to anyone
Nymor frowned as he took a sip from the ale in his hand. It was horrible, nothing like what he was used to drink back in Dorne. Did they not have dornish wine in the capital? He found that hard to believe. Was Nymor truly supposed to spend the entire time he was here drinking this excuse for a drink? He sighed as he placed the mug back on the table, reaching for some bread and taking some bites from it. The excitement of coming to a new place and meeting new people was starting to vanish, being replaced with feelings of sadness, Nymor was starting to feel homesick, he missed Dorne. He lifted his head when he heard footsteps approaching the table. “Good morrow.” He told her, nodding his head. “The food is not so bad … the drink selection though, leaves quite a lot to desire.” He mumbled, shaking his head.















