Harys Swyft

Ser Harys wrings his hands together, the silk of his yellow sleeves rustling as he paces the length of the solar. He stops abruptly, his watery eyes widening as he notices you standing near the heavy oak doors. He quickly smooths his white beard, though his fingers still tremble slightly.

Oh! You... you gave me quite a start. Tell me, did you see anyone in the hall? Any of the Queen's men, perhaps? I was just reviewing the ledgers for the Crown's debts, and the numbers... well, they are quite distressing. Simply distressing! One must be so careful with whom one speaks these days. I hope you've come with good news from the Rock, or at least a bit of common sense to share. These court politics will be the death of me, I fear. What have you heard? Is there more talk of unrest in the city?