"Would you like breakfast now my lady? Or would you like to wait until later?" Tari was asking as she cleared the table.
Arya sighed, trying to ignore the pain in her head. "Nothing for me yet."
"And what of your guest? I'm afraid I don't know his name."
"It's Jaime." Jaime answered for her. "Nothing for me just yet either."
Tari nodded and continued her work, carrying a tray of dishes off towards the kitchen.
"Tari, please bring me my messages." Arya called after her. "I might as well deal with them and get it over with."
Jaime sat at the table with his head down, forehead resting on his arm while she dealt with her messages. He was unsure what he would do with himself that day or if she even remembered their conversation the previous night.
Arya broke the seal on the first note. It was from the Order of Imperial Wine Merchants, a fake organization seal used by her contact with the Faceless Men.
"For the transfer of one shipment of wine to the city of Mereen, Lyanna of Bravos has received the sum of three hundred gold coins in her account at the Iron Bank. These funds are now available to be withdrawn at your leisure… blah blah blah…" Arya flicked the note into the middle of the table.
She opened the second note. "For the sale of wine in the city of Bravos, Lyanna of Bravos has received one hundred and fifty gold coins in her account…" She cast the second note aside in the same manner.
"The following is a purchase order for one shipment of wine…." Arya went silent, staring at the note dismally.
"Do you have to do it?" Jaime asked, looking up at her. "What would happen if you refused an assignment?"
She stood. "It doesn't matter. I'm not refusing. I'll be gone for about four days."
"You're leaving right now?"
"Yes. This message came weeks ago. It needs to be dealt with right away."
"And while you're gone, I should…?" Jaime started, but he didn't even have a suggestion in mind.
"Take care of my house. There's a chest of coins hidden in my chambers. Tari knows where." She said, passing him a key from a chain around her neck. "You'll need to go into the city and hire someone to fix the south corner of the roof...The gardener should be here every other day. Fire him if he fails to show up again… Tari knows everything going on in the household but she's just a child, she doesn't have the authority to hire people or to send them away. Her mother is too timid to even try…" Arya hurriedly left the room, apparently packing up some things from her chambers.
Jaime stared at the key without a word. He wasn't sure how he felt about being Arya Stark's household Steward. But it was certainly better than being a beggar or a thief so he didn't complain.
Arya emerged from her room wearing her sword and carrying a cloth bag. "If I'm not back in five days, inquire with Jothee at the Iron Bank. He'll be able to tell you if for some reason I fail my mission. I don't expect to fail." She turned to leave but turned back around just before going out the door. "While I'm gone, buy yourself some new clothes. You look ridiculous."