"I have eaten bread not fit for anything but the refuse pile. Ram meat sounds like it would be an absolute culinary delight. Whatever the form." Tyrion answered frankly. He looked curiously at the guards, but does nothing more then offer them a cheeky little salute.

"Exhausting is always the position of leadership. One wonders why they do not fall asleep with their faces planted on the desks." He stated, his smirk flashing again, before he looks over at her.

"I have a particular weakness for downtrodden things. The mages seem like they have had the boot to their necks for too long. Besides, I hate to see a good bargaining position wasted."