I work in IT as front line support for a corporate office . I feel your pain . Stay strong brother . or sister . Whatever you are . <| sep |> As long as your AD isn ' t an idiot you guys will be fine . <| sep |> The heavy door opened slowly , revealing the party in the doorway . Lynesse stepped inside , the warm smile that graced her lips coming easily to her it was fake , after all . My Lord Hand . She said simply , dropping into a curtsy . Or might I call you uncle ? A sharp click of her fingers and Ser Garth shut the door at once , separating Lynn from her retinue and leaving her alone with Tyrell . Oakheart ' s skirts swished along the stone floor , heels clacking gently as she approached the window with an airy meander . She took one , moderate glance outwards at the city , before twirling to face her host . Likely you are wondering , uncle , She continued with the informal title , without any care for Tyrell ' s opinion on the use of it . Why I have come to you , especially at such a time . Her eyes flickered to his desk , noting the blank sheet before him . Though at a distance , she could faintly make out words underneath . A mischievous smile came to her . Turning away again , Lynn made her way to where the Hand sat , but slowly , carefully . Studying a painting here , lightly touching a chair there , she made her way towards him . But let us not get ahead of ourselves yet , uncle . Lynesse rested her hands on the desk , leaning forward slightly . How are you ? She thought back to what Gawen had told her . Feeling well , I hope . I had intended to bring you a gift , though I appear to have mislaid it . Tilting her head , she met his gaze . If I find it , I will deliver it to Gawen at once . You ' ll like it , I hope . In the meantime , might I sit , uncle ?