Damon Vypren took a heavy breath as he listened to the remarks and small talk as his thoughts began to wander. He began to wonder of the weight of the messenger’s words— weight that would be so heavy that it would take as long as it did for his father to consider of how to respond and react. There were only a few answers that made any logical sense to Damon, though speculation was never a wise action; he would have to wait to understand what was going on. That is, if his father would choose to open a dialogue about it. Damon tapped his right index and middle fingers against the wooden table as he continued to think and his brows narrowed as people began to eat without the Lord of Fairmarket present. No matter the scenario, one did not begin without the lord— something his mother should’ve known, but perhaps she didn’t care. Just the thought of it made his stomach turn as a volatile anger rose from within. But he need not act on his temperament.

[color=cc6300]“Must you amuse yourself, Jon?”[/color] Damon remarked, with some bite to his words; words that made his wife, Jayne, look at him with a worried expression.

[color=cc6300]“It must be of utmost importance for us to be held for this long.”[/color]

[color=cc6300]“...and have we all forgotten that we do not begin to eat without the lord present?”[/color] 

His eyes moved to one of the small folk present rather than his mother’s own. He meant no disrespect to the woman that birthed him, but she knew better— and she knew that. Why had she forgotten manners in lieu of her own hunger? Did the absence of Damon’s father equate to such apathy? Why was Damon the first to be worried and on that the only one who held virtues of patience over their own sinful gluttony?