Jon tapped his fingers on the table as he glanced about the hall, the assorted small folk just as nervous as he. He found himself unable to eat, the rumours of what news the messenger carried had put him on edge and his stomach was knotted and had no wish to be filled. What news could facilitate the summoning of not only the entire small council but the myriad men and women throughout Fairmarket keep, and where was lord Lucias? He had received the messenger hours ago and had not been seen since, nor had this messenger. Jon sighed, looking to the rest of the council at the table, his wife next to him followed by Damon, then the lords empty chair and finally lady Lythene. The knights were sat around as well, eating and speaking quietly amongst themselves. Jon addressed all of them, [color=aba000]"What is keeping Lord Lucias? Did he not call this dinner? Must this messenger name [i]all[/i] the titles of [i]all[/i] The lords in the Riverlands before the Lord of Fairmarket can attend his own dinner?"[/color], the dull joke was more for Jon than the others... he needed to calm his nerves.