Do people use digital signatures in that field at least ? <| sep |> What do we think about a sneaky Laquon today ? He ' s supposed to start without Diggs and will draw lighter coverage <| sep |> A shadow had followed the Royal Bastard . Not only to the tavern , but for weeks now , when he was sleeping in his manse , walking to the Red Keep to meet with Lord Tyrell , his dear friend . Yes , the only reason for the secret meetings they had had ever since Axel died to share a goblet of wine to mourn their late King over and over again . The first time had been understandable . The second meeting strange the third and the fourth had already began to feel suspicious . Wandering the streets at a fair distance , the lone , cloaked figure kept to the walls of the surrounding buildings , behind the carts and the barrels , at a distance from which he could see the entourage , but they could not sense him . Truly , a shadow dancing to the exact same rhythm as its owner , always following , never disappearing , even when night fell . In fact , at night it only became even less visible . Minutes after the entourage had entered the tavern , sat on their table and began gossiping , the shadow sneaked inside and immediately found the darkest corner in the room , which turned out to be under a staircase leading to the second floor . The shadow had seen other spots even darker , but this one was near the counter , where most of the discussion happened . He dropped an eave on the Mallister knight and bastard ' s conversation , and when he had come to the conclusion that this was only a chance meeting , a random encounter which held no great importance , he decided that the passive means of gathering intelligence was useless . So he let down the hood of his cloak , slowly rose up from his seat , and began making for the counter . He ended up further away from the chatters , as if he had no idea who they were . Ale , he told the barkeep with a voice that was occasionally heard in the Red Keep . Not often , since it wasn ' t the spymaster ' s task to blabber his secrets away , but he did exchange conversations with the rest of the nobility from time to time . Or perhaps I should order something more sophisticated , since I am drinking with such important people , he said , but didn ' t even intend to look in the direction of those standing a couple of feet from him . uhonourismyjam