Arlan spied the man from a ways off a peculiar looking fellow , and not at all dressed like a lord , but with a bearing that hinted at nobility all the same . The savage edge to him , when coupled with the pride and strength of his gait , more clearly marked the man for what he was Ironborn . Perfect . My lord ! Arlan called out , breaking away from the crowd to wave the stranger down . My lord , I imagine you ' ll be joining us , yes ? It would be rude to loiter about on the edges , and I ' m sure our good Prince is not so callous or poorly set so as to turn away a guest at the door . Come in , ser , come in ! I am Lord Arlan Hightower , of Oldtown , and the Reach what do they call you , if I dare ask ? <| sep |> Ffs Clarke it has to be someone ' s fault or he wouldn ' t be out .