"Maester Aemon passed away peacefully in his sleep the night you were betrayed." The young man answered sadly. Everybody liked Maester Aemon, and he was no exception. It was sad, but not unexpected, considering that the old maester was more than a hundred years old. "He was on the funeral pyre with you, and those dragons you hatched came from the stones that he had asked to be put on the pyre with his corpse...I think."