You quickly go into your room and close the door. You get into bed, thinking about the day's events. Your thoughts are interrupted by your little brother across the room; the noise must have woken him up.
"Dorn, where have you been? Did you go to the tournament? Can you tell me about it?" asks your little brother.
"I'm tired, Vaughn, we can talk about it tomorrow."
"Yes."
Your little brother nods and goes back to sleep. You close your eyes and soon fall asleep as well.
The next morning, you wake up with a huge headache. Maybe you drank a little too much. You get dressed and walk into the kitchen to find a note from your mother.
"Midnight is sick. Your father asked me to bring him those medicinal herbs we keep for emergencies. I'll probably be gone for most of the day, so I left your brother with your aunt. Try your best to stay out of trouble."
As soon as you're done reading, you hear a knock on the door. You walk over to open it.
You open the door and see Varys, smiling and holding some kind of flyer in his hand.