My father took me to King’s Landing when I was a boy. On that trip, I eluded my guard and found myself wandering the alleys of Flea Bottom. The wild and dodgy things I witnessed in those streets were like nothing I had seen before in my own town. A part of Flea Bottom came back to Castle Snownook with me, and has never left.

In the months following that trip to King’s Landing, I was frequently caught doing things that brought a scolding. Over the years, my mischief has continued, but I’m better at not getting caught. I am easily bored by my Lordly duties and I often drift into thoughts of thievery and notoriety.