The rich world's economic funk and mostly lifeless asset markets mean the outlook for trading and the deals that bring in fat fees is the worst for years-perhaps decades.
A cold, cheerless meal had been laid out in the morning room of the Guest House. Jaime sat at table with Cersei and the children, talking in low, hushed voices.
Lady Stark looked over. For a moment she did not seem to recognize him. Finally she blinked. " What are you doing here? " she asked in a voice strangely flat and emotionless.