Structural organisation in Animal tissue

The next day, Mimirsen sought to meet Tywin Lannister, the hand of the King in the tower of the Hand.

The Redkeep was quite unlike yesterday, it looked like Aerys had introduced some of his servants with Wildfire,

Mimirsen did not try to save them, solely on the factor that they did not part some faith in the old gods. It may look like a petty reason for someone transcending humanity, but it was quite simple, that he did not want all the fuss of rescuing some damsel in distress for the ire of the Mad king, and in anger, if he killed the King, the being above Mimirsen will come here to replay the situation in hand, meaning nothing positive will come out of this.

'The world is never black and white, it's always grey, just the gray has lighter and darker shades. No action is done for the good only, there is always intent behind it. Sometimes the intent is quite acceptable in human's morals, sometimes not.'

'A mother never loves her child for anything, she expects love from her child afterward. Due to love being a positive emotion, it is always ignored, thinking of apparently love to be selfless. Similarly, serial killers do not kill for anything, they have needs, may as they are however obscure, it is never black, just darker shades of grey.'

'But that should not stop one from ending the grey shades, dark of light as the one who judges is also a shade of grey, making him no different from the ones below, giving a false sense of superiority over other grey shade beings.'

'Hence I require faith to be given prior to my security, however illogical is a shade of grey for some but I don't allow myself to be judged by others who are familiar to me, but I judge everyone privately because I can, not that someone will read or understand my thoughts, which are being thought in the language of Old Asgard.'

Mimirsen entered the Tower of the Hand to see a young Tywin sitting on the chair, writing some letter or something on the paper, stamping it with his seal, and calling a servant.

For the whole 5 minutes or so, Mimirsen spoke nothing, sitting there peacefully.

"Does Lord Mimirsen know why have I asked for an audience of you from the Starks?" Tywin asked with his undivided attention on Mimirsen.

"Surely it has not about some Calrian steel ingots, Lord Hand?" Jim spoke in a polite tone.

"Yes, it is indeed about the steel, I am here representing my house, seek to buy that steel out of your hands, name your price." Tywin grew in his authoritative self, intimating even, however, the receipt was not fazed even a little bit.

"What does House Lannister price the Steel ingots?" Mimirsen mused.

Tywin took a second, "I would promise to pay 6 million out of the eight of your debt to the crown in 6 years ." Lannisters could easily pay 6 million in half a decade due to the fact that coins always lost value over time, meaning it would cost them less later.

"You jest, Lord Lannister, how would that earn me money as the owner of that metal? The debt from the crown is upon Starks, not me or my family, distant or otherwise. Instead of forgiving the Stark's debt, you could just pay me 6 million gold dragons now and I would accept."

"4.4 million dragons within a month, delivered to your residence at Winterfell."

Jim thought about it for some time, then glanced at the Lannister Lord.

"Do you perhaps have a smith capable of reforging the Valyrian steel, Lord Lannister?"

"The free cities do have some according to my knowledge."

"How would it be if I deliver you the sword with the Lannister's words and sigil carved into the Valyrian hilt for 5.8 million?"

Tywin kept his compose, while inside he was somewhat happy about the offer. There were no swords with engravings of the house sigil, much less the house words in all of Planetos, surely the sword would be one of a kind. Thinking about how the other party was open to negotiations, Tywin sought to lower the price a tad little bit more, as no matter how much gold you sit upon, more gold in the coffers was always welcome.

"5.4 for the engravings and the sword, it needs to be a longsword, And if the smith you have is capable of forging Valyrian, I don't doubt his craft but I ask to meet him personally."

"You are sitting across him right now, know what, for 5.8 million golden dragons delivered to Winterfell within a fortnight, Lannisters could just get their said sword in two days."

"I accept, the gold would be delivered by Lannister's men to Winterfell, tell the steward I send you this evening the specifics about your residence."

"Winterfell would do just dine, Lord Tywin." Mimirsen stood up and shook his hands, which was welcomed by Tywin Lannister.

"Also Lord Lannister, I do not mean this as an insult but it would be in the good of the Lannister's legacy if your twin children are kept apart. They share already share a bond that is frowned upon in public."

Tywin's face frowned, and with hints of anger and denial, he was almost at the edge of an outburst at such a blatant insult to his house.

"Please don't deny Lord Lannister, I would not have come here informing you if they were mere rumors, just investigate them yourself and act on them. As far as I am concerned, my lips are sealed even to my liege lord about this matter, as some of your actions are praiseworthy. Als I can guarantee this information has not been indulged and not yet known to anyone outside, not even to the little birds of Vatys of the throne queen of Highgarden." saying this Mimirsen turned around to find a sword to etch the Lannister symbol, while Tywin controlled himself and thought the words to be right.

He should act on them to disapprove the conjectures Mimirsen made, but if found to be true they must be rectified, as it would harm the Lannister legacy, his legacy.

But telling Tywin this, if found to be true, Mimirsen just made an enemy out of him as for Tywin Lannister, a good secret is a dead secret.