Tyrion

"Well it seems that we have arrived right on time." Tyrion remarked as he, Yoren, Jyck and Morrec fought though the crowds at the old gate.
"What do you mean in time?" Yoren complained. "The tourney is over. We are currently pressing through the last merchants who attended it. Not a single useful man left inside these walls."
Tyrion patted the crows shoulder. "Oh, my dear friend. Not on time for you to recruit, but on time for me to make my glorious return to this city's brothels. Prices must have plummeted during the tourney! Just think of all the things a single dragon could buy us." Yoren pointed to his black clothes. "Well think of the things a dragon could buy me!" Yoren just shook his head in response.
Tyrion laughed and roweled his horse. As they passed through the city Tyrion breathed in the air, knowing that it would be the last time for a while.
"You know what? I already miss the stink of this mud hole. Life is so much simpler down here. Look at these people going to and fro without meaning and purpose. Aren't they blessed? They have no care other then their next meal. They don't care about wolves, falcons or lions, and the only thoughts they waste on fish, stags and kraken is whether they can afford some for dinner." They passed a mother feeding her crying baby with bowl o'brown. "Why are you turning away, my dear Yoren? Don't you see that kind of thing in the north? Well take a good look at it while you are here and please tell my dear cousin and uncle about the glory of the kingdom they are defending. I for one intend to take all of this in before I head back north to Myrcella. Otherwise I end up being a bigger fool then Eddard Stark." He caught Yoren raise an eyebrow at that and went on to elaborate. "Don't get me wrong. He is an honorable man. A just man. He is only a fool for thinking that this city won't break him."
When they made their way up Aegon's hill Tyrion spotted a group of riders approaching them. One was wearing a white cloak.
"It seems that the king awaits us."

After the heartfelt reunion with his brother, Tyrion and his entourage made their way into the throne room. He was not surprised to find Ned Stark instead of Robert sitting the throne.
"Lord Hand, it is good to see that even after the passing of Jon Arryn the realm is still in good hands. I bring news of your family in the north and from Jeor Mormont at the wall."
Eddard who was flanked by Littlefinger and Varys nodded. "And from your uncle and cousin too I suppose. Tell me, where does your father's sudden interest for the wall come from?"
Cutting right to the chase are we? Tyrion could almost feel everyone in the hall staring in anticipation. In the corner of his eye he caught Willas Tyrell standing next to Anna Stark. He made a mental note to ask his brother about them. "Oh nothing really, my Lord, just a simple trade. Normal steel against Valyrian steel." Tyrion snapped his fingers and Morrec, who had held Bright roar during the trip stepped forward. Tyrion took the sword from his hands and presented it to Jaime. "And so Bright roar returns to House Lannister. You should be grateful, my Lord hand. This sword will guard your friend the king after all." He saw Stark's face darken. So the fool already had figured out how things are here.
"I am also sad to say that I will not be able to support you in your duties as hand, as I did with Jon Arryn in the past, since I plan on leaving for Winterfell together with my friend Yoren. I take it that neither you nor the king have and objection to that?"
Ned seemed to relax at the thought of having Tyrion of his back. "No, of course not."
Still a fool after all, with me you at least know where my loyalties lie.
Next Yoren stepped forward. "Lord Hand, as you may know the wall is in desperate need for men. Even with the Lannister men send to us we are still outnumbered by the wildlings and spread too thin to effectively defend the kingdom. Bad tongues also claim that the watch is loosing it's independence. I was send here to ask if men from other houses would join the watch."
Ned's mood seemed to darken again. "I am sorry to tell you that I can not force any man to join the watch against his free will. News of your arrival already reached us weeks ago and still only few men were willing to join you. Most of them are formerly sworn to Lord Lannister." With that a group of armored men entered the hall. Tyrion heard everyone in the hall take in a sharp breath and he knew why. The man who led this group was wearing a helmet in the shape of a snarling dog. What Tyrion found more curious was the boy by his side who wore a similar helmet in the shape of a bull's head.
Yoren bowed before the hand of the king. "This is more then we could have hoped for. I feared that I would just return to the wall with the inhabitants of the black cells."
Lord Stark raised his eyebrows. "It relieves me to hear that. The defense of the realm should not lie in the hands of men like them."
Tyrion shook his head. This hand just couldn't make up his mind about being a fool or not.