Jon focused his attention on Maelon Maegyr. Sun-kissed skin, silver hair, lavender eyes so pale they looked blue, the man in front of him was undoubtedly from the Old Blood, especially since he spoke in immaculate High Valyrian. The golden-heart scabbard atop his gilded belt held an ornate hilt from red gold inscribed with Valyrian glyphs with a large topaz embedded in the pommel; Jon could feel the magic typical to Valyrian Steel thrum through the length of the blade.