Tywin

"A bit eager for a fight aren't we?"

Tyrion steps forward from the departing crowd, Bronn following close behind with an amused smirk.

"Damn Jason. Hate to see what you'd to against a living target." The sellsword chuckled. "Of course I doubt your opponents will just stand by and let you dice them like that."

"Be disappointing if they were all that easy." Jason bluntly answered back. "Curious you two show up early. Thought you'd arrive with the rest of the royal procession."

"Rather not get tied up by that march. Besides, I doubt Cersei would want me seen even on the same street with her." Tyrion replied with a mischievous grin. "Besides, as presenter of the games I should take my job seriously. We have the more powerful and influential people from the Seven Kingdoms here after all."

Suddenly there was the trumpeting of a horn in the distance, quickly getting everyone's attention. The dwarf had a curious look on his face as he'd move around the tents as there was the stomp of horses approaching the tournament dement grounds.

"Strange…the King wasn't supposed to arrive for at least a few more hours," Tyrion muttered as the trio moved to investigate with the rest of the crowd.

"Maybe Robert being more proactive for once." Jason jested.

However as they joined the crowd by the trail, they'd quickly realize the approaching riders weren't the royal guard, yet dressed in the red and golden colours of the Lannister family. The well-armoured men marched alongside one older gentleman wearing similar yet more regal armour. The man had balding white-blond hair with an aged yet hardened face.

Tyrion had his look of surprise before it hardened into a more serious glare. "Well…this is unexpected and troubling." He muttered as the man rode towards them, his guard following closely around him to partly surrounding the trio now.

"I have a good idea who this is…the resemblance is clear."

"You'd best not let him hear that," Tyrion warned as the man neared them, his blue eyes having a commanding sternness to them.

For a moment the armoured lord said nothing as he coldly looked down on Tyrion, a hint of disdain showing in his eyes. The dwarf however kept that calm look, even a small hint of a grin on the corner of his lips to keep a look of confidence. The man's gaze shifted past Bronn, giving the sellsword no attention as the man focused on Jason. Like many others, those eyes had judged and calculating towards the Surgebinder, yet Jason showed no weakness or fear towards the lord.

At last, though Tyrion spoke up to break the unnerving silence. "Hello, father. I must say this is a…surprising visit from you."

Tywin was silent for a moment, expression impassive even as he spoke. "Now? For the first time in months, our family is gathered in one place. It is unfitting of me to not visit…even if I detest Robert's senseless games." The man's voice had Jason tense, unable to believe how it sounded exactly like his father. "Besides I heard much about this one…Jason isn't it?" The man's gaze narrowed, curious hint showing across his aged face. "You have an odd look about you. Almost as if you've met me before…"

"Indeed my lord...let's just say you're a near spitting image." The Surgebinder answered back coldly, making Tyrion pale as he already felt things were about to go from bad to worse.

For a long moment, no one said anything, yet Tyrion and Tywin's guards seemed a little nervous from how Jason spoke towards Lord Lannister. The stern eyed man stared down at the Surgebinder, yet Jason didn't so much as a blink from that sharp intimidating gaze. Yet after a tense moment, Tywin gave small scowl or perhaps a smirk, Jason wasn't certain considering how well the man kept such a composed temperament.

"Bold as the rumours say. I've heard how you speak out of line at times, even towards King Robert…" Tywin remarked.

"Bad habit from home." The Surgebinder answered back in dry sarcasm. "Had to deal with a lot of troublesome nobility over the years and the King is the type I disagree with the most."

"At least you're honest, a virtue few have here in King's Landing." Tywin was silent for a moment, thinking to himself before speaking again. "You are a curious visitor Jason, one who may be worth my time considering."

Jason didn't respond, though his passive look hinted he didn't like the noble's tone or choice of words. Tywin most likely didn't care yet did not comment on the Surgebinder's lack of a reaction. However, the sudden heavy stomp and clank of heavy horse armor could be heard coming up from behind Tywin's mounted guards. The Lannister men shifted their horses aside to reveal who approached the group. It was a giant of a man who rode atop an equally large horse, the biggest Jason had ever since in all of his travellings. The war horse carried its massive rider who was decked in heavy iron armour with a barreled helm covering his head. On the right side of the saddle was a claymore, which would be considered oversize if not specially forged for this giant of a warrior. It wasn't hard for the Surgebinder to understand just who this heavy warrior was.

"Ah, Gregor. Glad you caught up with us." Tywin casually greeted the iron knight.

The Mountain only have a muffled grunt from under his helmet, which turned just slightly to look over at Tyrion and Bronn before settling on Jason. While the Surgebinder couldn't see the man's face or eyes, he felt intense aggression coming off from him.

"So…that's him?" Gregor suddenly remarked. "You're the one who's been trouble for my brother? Heh…you seem a bit small even for a pest."

"Gregor Clegane. Heard quite a lot about you." The Surgebinder tone was cold and intimidating despite its calm manner. "Surprised you even care about Sandor."

"I don't." The man growled, the sound intensified with his helmet echoing it. "Yet I have a reputation maintain…one that I don't plan to let you or Sandor drag down…"

"Enough!" Tywin spoke up before anyone else. "You'll keep your temper in line over these next few days Gregor. The last tournament you caused enough unwanted trouble on and off the field. Step out of line and I will have you sent back to your holdings."

Gregor glanced at Tywin, making Jason wonder if he'd snap back at his Lord or even lash out. However, he'd give a frustrated grunt before forcing his war house about, heading off no doubt to his tent.

"You sure it's safe having him take part in the tournament?" Jason questioned.

"The King requested for him so he has to participate."

"Right…because a rapist and child murderer is worthy of fighting alongside knights." The expected dry sarcasm showed, yet there was no amusement in mentioning Gregor's 'achievements'. Tywin was silent, yet those sharp eyes hinted the man's curiosity over the Surgebinder's open hate towards his champion. "Best rest up Lord Lannister. The event will be starting in a few hours." With a short bow, Jason turned to head towards his tent while Tyrion moved up to speak with his father as he'd slowly ride off to his encampment.