He isn't expecting to have any kind of companion, and so the fact he has hesitated has little to do with waiting on a second party. Pelorus Fields is not unknown to him -- it's expansive and rural and makes for good riding, and in fact sits astride a chestnut gelding as he approaches the location the stranger woman had bid him go. A hefty reward is a promising thing.
Which is new. It's a new desire that still fits awkwardly for him, the financial survival that comes with Baedal, that never had before. He isn't helpless, he can roll with almost anything thrown at him; but its necessity, its permanence, this is new, and he wishes Tyrion had remained, but the dastardly little imp had found his way out, in some form or another.
His gladness for that is grudging at best. Clear of the location that is supposedly guarded by monsters, Jaime swings his way off his horse, ties him off with a last brush of his hand between the mount's eyes, and begins his approach. He is dressed in leather and stiff cotton as opposed to full armoured regalia, but does have a sword at his side that he rests a hand on as he moves.
.
He isn't expecting to have any kind of companion, and so the fact he has hesitated has little to do with waiting on a second party. Pelorus Fields is not unknown to him -- it's expansive and rural and makes for good riding, and in fact sits astride a chestnut gelding as he approaches the location the stranger woman had bid him go. A hefty reward is a promising thing.
Which is new. It's a new desire that still fits awkwardly for him, the financial survival that comes with Baedal, that never had before. He isn't helpless, he can roll with almost anything thrown at him; but its necessity, its permanence, this is new, and he wishes Tyrion had remained, but the dastardly little imp had found his way out, in some form or another.
His gladness for that is grudging at best. Clear of the location that is supposedly guarded by monsters, Jaime swings his way off his horse, ties him off with a last brush of his hand between the mount's eyes, and begins his approach. He is dressed in leather and stiff cotton as opposed to full armoured regalia, but does have a sword at his side that he rests a hand on as he moves.