Trubaldsome was chatting away quite amicably, his tongue loosened and his discomfort eased by the fine wine.
He nodded his head thoughtfully when Aulon boasted of his homeland, then took another swig of wine, narrowing his eyes thoughtfully at the question before
giving a shrug of his shoulders.
"Oh, my eldest brother Leuki? Never got on well with him, oh no. Arrogant bastard, thinking he's better for being the first son, you know?"
He grimaced and shook his head, then leaned fowards, raising his brows and speaking to yl Marchis in a hushed voice.
"You know, my friend, my father Langsaffryn did not simply drift off in his sleep one night or something, oh no. Made of weathered granite father was, would've lasted another twenty years at the least, I should think. Leuki killed him."
After dropping this supposed bombshell, Trubaldsome sat back in his seat with a slow nod, before raising his cup for another sip, glancing briefly at Waery, seated by the door. "Well, as for sucession... After that fiend Lueki there is the second brother, Chicane, although I would hardly factor him into any calculations, he's most likely dead." He paused to let out a small burp, smothering it daintily with a hand.
"Pardon me. Anyway, yes, No-one's seen Chicane in years. Odd fellow, though at least preferable to Leuki. And then there's me."
He shrugged, then held out his cup for a refill. Somewhere in his tipsiness he obviously realised the importance of what he was saying, as he bared his teeth slightly in a small grin and raised his eyebrows.
"One could say I'm the heir to the throne of Miring! That bastard Leuki'll doubtless get himself killed sooner or later, even if I don't manage to do it myself. He's not well-liked, look at the goings-on in his court of late."
He tipped his head to one side, causing an alarming shift of feathers, the weight nearly pulling his hat from his head.
"Naturally, I would not quickly forget my friends and allies, should I take the throne." He pressed his lips into a small smile, and his eyes gleamed. Suddenly he did not seem quite so drunk. "Nor my enemies."
He relaxed back in his seat to sip at his wine, waiting for yl Marchis to speak now.