Pyrce sat in the Chambers laid aside for him. He was lucky in that his room had a small window. If not, he didn't know how he could have stood it. Pyrce was from further south, and had dealt with heat and humidity before. But he hadn't been wearing his damnable Robes.

You know why you wear them all the time. You don't look like a Maester. If you took them off, someone would mistake you for a servant.

Pyrce heard the cry of Per, standing up quickly. He should be there when the messenger was recieved. Pyrce looked about, striding over to the door.

"Mavrid, come along."

The Large White Raven took off from it's perch, following Pyrce through the door. The bird took off down the halls, circling while it waited to see where Pyrce would go. For his part, Pyrce took the steps down to the ground floor, and headed quickly for the main entrance to the Keep. He would wait for the Lord there.