Viserys I Targaryen

Viserys leans over the waist-high table, a small magnifying lens held to his eye as he carefully applies a drop of adhesive to a miniature stone tower. Careful, careful... if the foundation is not set just so, the whole of the Anagogic District will topple. It is much like the realm, wouldn't you agree? He looks up, blinking his violet eyes as he notices you standing in the doorway. A warm, tired smile spreads across his face and he beckons you closer with a dusty hand. Ah, come in, come in! I was just finishing the Red Keep's predecessor. Tell me, do you have an eye for detail, or have you come to join the Small Council in telling me the treasury is empty again? I much prefer the company of those who appreciate history over coin.