Talking with Tyrion

It didn't take Jason long to reach Tyrion's room, although he didn't enter too quickly as he'd pause to listen for a moment, hearing the familiar voices of Tyrion and Bronn inside.

"Why are you so worried Tyrion? Robert lives and safe in his room, while all those assassins have been dealt with." Bronn remarked, chuckling a bit. "Fucking idiots. Think they shit themselves seeing White Hairs and the leader of the King's Guard charging out of that tent?"

"Amusing as that is, you should realize the issues this attack brings…" Tyrion muttered back, tone quite gravely serious. "Whoever did this won't give up, not while the King clings to an inch of his life." Jason could hear his small feet pacing about, showing just how nervous the dwarf was. At that point the Surgebinder decided to knock, drawing a quick reaction from the Lannister. "Come in!"

Opening the door, Jason would see Tyrion standing close by, the dwarf having a tired look in his eyes. Bronn sat at the nearby, which had a few drained bottles of wines set on it, showing just how much the two had been drinking over the last few days. "Rough few days?" Jason calmly questioned.

Tyrion nodded as he'd move for the table, filling up one cup of wine while picking up a half-filled one that was his own. "Been going all over the city gathering up the bets I've made. A few have been…difficult to collect on. Mainly claim the odds were openly in your favour, yet that his noble arrogance for you."

"Course a stern look and the hint of a dagger had them quickly agreeing," Bronn added with a teasing evil grin. "Have to earn my keep after all."

"Of course…although I wonder just how much you did win Tyrion."

The dwarf took a moment to gulp down his drink before a small smirk crossed his face. "One hundred thousand gold dragons. Not bad for a bit of gambling I say."

Indeed, Jason was impressed with the sum amount, although he wondered how even high nobility had such money to risk away. "So fifty thousand for me, considering our even split."

Tyrion nodded slightly, although the Surgebinder could tell the dwarf hated parting with half of his winnings. "Lannister always pays his debts as they say." However, he'd pause as he'd tap his fingers at the side of his cup. "However there is a small matter about your…winnings from the Melee."

The Surgebinder gaze quickly became stern at the sudden news. "What do you mean?"

"I don't exactly have the prize money here at the Red Keep. You do know of the crown being in debt…it just happens that the money owed to you is from the Iron Bank itself."

"So you mean it's in a deposit all the way in Essos…" He grumbled.

"Securely deposited! The money is all yours and I've made sure to manage all the paperwork…a…small pile of it." Tyrion muttered unamusingly.

"So how exactly do I collect it? Do I have to sail all the way to Bravos and chat with the bankers directly?"

"It be the more assured manner to collect all your coin. However, they do have agents in a few major keeps and cities such as here in King's Landing." Tyrion picked up a few papers set nearby, a few being dull legal documents although one-page detailed key information on his fortune. "Best keep those papers safe or memorize the details."

Jason sighed before nodding, guessing this was a minor setback. "Guess it be difficult to carry all that coin and keep it safe." Tucking the papers into one pocket, he'd move over to the chest Tyrion had pointed out earlier to check over the pouches of gold coins within it. He'd check through a few pouches just to be certain, even taking out a hand full of gold coins to closely examine. "Seems like it is all there. At least there is one Lannister I know who'll pay me fairly."

"Amusing as always Jason." Tyrion chuckled. "I'll admit our partnership has done well for us both…surely we could-"

"Sadly no." The Surgebinder interrupted. "While I appreciate the offer, I do have my matters to settle."

"You mean political issues." Tyrion sighed. "Thought you claimed to be one to avoid such trouble."

"Just something I can't avoid getting involved in…not after what has happened today." His gaze did drift to Bronn who quickly knew this was a private matter.

Tyrion stepped around the table, one hand tapping the side of his drinking cup. "You do know you're treading into dangerous ground. I know you and Lord Stark are preparing for something, having organized those loyal so closely along with calling in men loyal to House Baratheon."

"Because if Robert's life is threatened then so can Lord Stark's." Jason calmly stated. "Besides, the threat is a lot closer then you may think."

"I have no doubts that the conspirers are among us here at the Keep…yet the look on your face tells me you know who they are."

Jason didn't answer back, feeling it wasn't safe to share the truth with Tyrion. While he was a Lannister, he doubted he was involved with his sister's schemes, yet perhaps knew faintly about them.

The tense silence had Tyrion give out a sigh and bow his head slightly. "I don't intend to stop whatever you and Lord Stark are planning, yet I warn you to be careful. When you play the game of thrones, you win or die. There is no middle ground."

"A saying of your own making?"

"No…my sister's, something she said she shared with Eddard earlier today." He'd pause, gaze calm yet deadly serious. "I'm not stupid or blind, I know Cersei has much to gain from the attack on Robert, whether it by her own planning or taking advantage of an unknown threat."

"Sounds like you don't wish to see her accused."

"Of course not. We may…dislike each other but in the end, she is family. I won't defend her if she was behind this, I know better then to let her choices pull myself and the rest of the family down."

Jason was silent after hearing the dwarf's answer, sensing he meant what he said although with a hint of hesitance. "Not concerned over what may happen to her?"

"No…because in the end, I trust you will be a jest to even her. You may be the deadliest warrior in all of Westeros but you have a better sense of right and mercy than most."

The Surgebinder nodded as his gaze glanced to the door out, feeling there was little else to say. "Then I'll consider that good favour from you. Trust me Tyrion, I'd rather avoid bloodshed." Setting his cup at the table, he'd move to leave. "If you learn anything, please let me know."

"Of course, Jason. Be careful out there."

Leaving the room, the Surgebinder decided it was time to go to his room for the night, the long and stressful day finally getting to him. With a deep sigh, he knew the next few days would be tense ones throughout the city and Red Keep. There were nagging self-doubts, part of him wishing he could ride off with his fortune and focus on East. Yet he'd remember seeing Bran laying across bloody rubble, thrown from that tower by someone he considered a worthy rival. He'd clench one fist, thinking he should track down and confront Jaime right then, but knew letting his emotions get the better of him now be a risk.

"Tomorrow…" He muttered as he reached his room, making sure to double lock his door for the night before going to bed.