"The bedchambers of a Lannister, I am surprised the walls are not golden. " Bronn said with his usual sarcastic tone. "We are rich, but not that rich" said Jaime as Bronn chuckled at his poor joke. "How come you are not in bed already, tomorrow we train with your new fighting hand, it won't be easy" Bronn said with a hint of curiosity in his voice. "I was visiting my sister, talking about family matters" claimed Jaime. "Oh your sister, now that one is an interesting one, what a beauty she is, looking for a new husband? if so I would appreciate it if my name came up." said Bronn, a joke Jaime did not find at all funny, sharing his sister with other man had always made him feel weird. Jaime frowned and looking at the wine he was pouring. "I don't mean an insult, just a jest my dear friend, a bad one it seems, "said Bronn with a sympathetic tone. Jaime poured his companion a cup and sat down by the side of the bed, across from Bronn who was already finishing his drink. "Hey Bronn, can I ask you for some advice?" said Jaime, feeling unsure of his next words. "Sure, not saying it will be any good, but I can give it". "Well, ever since I lost my hand, I do not feel like myself, it feels like a part of me is missing, a part that made me who I am, a soldier, how can I keep living without purpose, without use, I don't know what to do now that my sister needs a warrior by her side more than ever" he said with easy as a burden lifted form his heavy shoulders. "Well, first off worry about yourself for once, you have dedicated your life for your family, and being a soldier is not your only job, you also make a great friend and drinking buddy, with great connections for some really great wine" said Bronn in a laughing matter as he finished his drink making Jaime smile. He had not smile in a while, but you could always count on Bronn to cheer you up, the guy had a way of being friendly. Bronn spoke up again "Listen, you can learn to fight with your other hand, I have seen it be done by men lesser than you, all you need is skill and need, and my friend you have both so don't worry too much" he proclaimed with confidence as he placed his hand on the lions shoulder, squeezing for effect. "You sure know how to cheer up a man when he's down, I should pay you more, a soldier and an advisor, very multi-talented" said Jaime jesting, feeling relaxed and open. "If there is pay in it, sign me up, that castle of my dreams won't buy itself you know" said Bronn while looking out the window at the passing night. "It is getting late and the wine has left me in a worse state than when I walked in, you rascal, is this what you do, get them in your bedchambers and give them good wine" said Bronn with a laughing manner. Jaime chuckled at his friend's rapport. "Only for the pretty ones, sorry" said Jaime feeling like his old self again. "Hah, funny let me tell you I might be ugly but you won't find a past lover with any complains" boosted Bronn while tapping his chest. "I am sure the list is long huh" Jaime said while raising his eyebrows, getting them both to laugh like children. "Some men just have a gift" he said bringing his hand to his breeches and squeezing, feeling confidence from his drunken state. Jaime stared at the man, as he grabbed the outside of his uniform, rubbing in a soft and sluggish manner.