The fellow most people knew as Jon Chess, Agent of Cheese, looked up as his adopted nephew entered the kitchen where Jon was preparing dinner. "You sent for me, Unca Jon?". Jon checked the progress of the cooking food, and turned to his nephew. Jon's half-brother Griffonclaw had adopted an orphan named Snow, who bore the silver-white hair marking Gilnean bastards; conrary to ordinary characteristic inheritance, the Gilean royal line carried a dominant trait of that hair color.
May Gileans had white hair. The Royal Family of Gilneas had historically never missed an opportunity with a willing lass, and once in a bloodline the hair would periodically appear. Griffonclaw had figured that the orphan Snow (named for his hair) was to one degree or another related to the FitzSilver line; the surname was given to all bastards of the Silverlaine line, acknowledged or not.
Anyone seeing Jon next to Snow would assume they were father and son.
"Yeah, Snow... I need to ask a favor of you; I need you to take a cheese delivery to the cook at the Scarlet Raven in Darkshire, and I can't really get away right now," Jon informed Snow. Snow nodded; Jon was a privy agent to the Admiralty of Kul Tiras, and had been in Jaina Proudmoore since the founding (or thereabouts) of Theramore.
"Of course. What does it pay?," responded Snow, grinning.
"What do you want?," answered Jon.
"I want you to teach me how to cook," affirmed Snow.
"Oh?
"Yeah, I've been helping Van... Miss Colton, and she can't cook without lethal results. I've seen you charm Alia with your menu - especially the desserts - and I thought I could make 'Nessa smile with some food that's actually edible."
Jon considered; Vanessa Colton was the daughter of an ex-Syndicate assassin Jon had dated, once upon a time. Snow could do worse, and Vanessa could use the protection that Snow brought.
"Done. Go to the Trias' shop, and they will have the shipment ready for you."
"Done" agreed Snow.
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