Androw gave her an apologetic look as they began to proceed into the keep, shrugging his shoulders as he watched Lord Trout hurry ahead into his keep. "You'll excuse my tongue, I fear I have been quite a while in company none to pleasant, so its appearance has opened a gate long dammed."

He gave her arm a squeeze as her glanced at the Septs, nodding his head in approval of the simple buildings. Simple yet sturdy, just the way a Sept should be.

"I'll try to put a tap upon my words, and I shall ask Lord Trout to do the same, else I fear your ears will bleed, especially with the way in which he'll be recounting some of our tales."

At that moment Lord Trout reappeared, clapping his hands together. "You know Androw, you've really put me in a difficult spot. Had to turn out of my quarters I did, already have half my rooms filled up with the cursed good relations my wife has given me, quite thought I heard you two were married, so Lady Rykker can take the spare room, and you can bunk in mine!"

Androw arched an eyebrow at the news of Lord Trout's marriage. "A new wife 'eh? Can't remember who exactly it was, though I remember you mentioning it."

Lord Trout grinned as he escorted them inside the cozy anteroom of his keep, roughly made tapestries of fish leaping from the lake adorning the walls, a set of plush armchairs scattered through the room. "You remember Pretty Lily?"

Androw chortled, eyes widening in what could be said was disbelief. "Pretty Lily Flaxenbury? How on earth did you convince them of that, not by your looks to be sure."

"Once she saw the si-" When Androw shot him a glare Lord Trout quieted, clearing his throat and nodding to Tanda. "How are you finding the North, Lady Tanda? More importantly, how are you finding Androw? Here's a hint with him by the way..." Androw's further glare only made the man laugh. "...Try whispering in his ear, it'll get you what you want!"

"That's quite enough Lord Trout." Androw balled a fist as he glanced warily at Tanda. The mad woman had enough ideas in that little head of hers without Lord Trout's help, he had resigned himself to the fact he had to marry her, but he refused to ever look at her as more than a distant acquaintance, and he wasn't about to have his friends try and help the two together.

"I hope you two don't mind fish by the way, I'll leave you lot here for now while I fetch the Flaxenburys, they'll want to greet you surely." He motioned for the two to take seats about the room's fireplace, punching Androw on the shoulder before departing.