I'm not sure the red-haired Nobleman knows what this particular gathering is about. Perhaps, he thinks it's only a banquet—such as the like common among the inner circle of the Crown which is as a ritual, thrown from time to time. If he does know what this occasion is for, then I am uncertain what to think about his presence. Lord Viridian, Baron of House Gentle and its signory is smiling. And he doesn't look like he's going anywhere. I send my gaze round the room, seeking out his wife. Lady Anvaere Gentle is confusingly absent. Does she know he's here?