Kings Landing, an interesting place to say the least, and that is without the inclusion of the trial that had called so many to this place, that had called him here. Tyrion Lannister, the dwarf of Casterly Rock, a man he never expected to perform the crimes that he has been charged with. But he only knew him from his time as a squire for his brother Jamie Lannister. And Jamies love for his family and in particular his brother was legendary. So perhaps he was seeing him through rose coloured glasses. He wasn't really here for Tyrion anyway, he was here in case Jamie needed him, he owed much to Jamie, and if he could help with anything, even if it was simply someone to fight and work out emotions with, he would do it.
So he found himself here, in the capital city of Westeros, a stunning place, but lacking the beauty of so many places he had seen, especially with the current level of crowding. A spectacle such as the one that is being offered is rarely going to be missed if at all possible, by highborn and low alike. The streets showed it, he had not heard or seen the like, but that was likely because he had not yet been involved in one of the great tournaments. He would in time, simply waiting for the next to be announced before hopefully finally making the name he wanted to make, the fame he wanted to earn. For now this organised chaos was the greatest he had seen, street vendors covered the streets, the taverns and inns were filled and the whorehouses were constantly busy. He loved it and hated it in equal measure, the smell and the noise was less than pleasant, but the fun of it all was wonderful.
He spent hours wandering through the city, slowly exploring, listening to the tales and rumors passing around, most of them would be complete fantasy, but definitely worth an entertaining moment. The colours and sights were truly wonderful, filling him with awe as he took them all in, the many rather attractive people certainly did not help him from avoiding distraction either. Atius had to force himself to continue towards the area he was most interested in. The street of steel was famous for the many master smiths to be found along it, and the wonderful creations of protection and death. But still, despite this area he found so fascinating, so many different weapons and so many different styles of armor, he had one area he was itching to be in.
The training grounds of the Red Keep, what could be a greater place to be? The land upon which his own uncle Ser Arthur Dayne, The Sword of the Morning, trained and dueled with some of the greatest knights of Westeros. A place where legends battled and masters learned, it was almost intoxicating to be here, and that was without even holding a blade upon its sands. He stood surrounded by the spirits of great warriors, and could barely hold back the urge to draw his sword and fight any who wished to step forth. It was with this in mind his eyes scanned the area, hoping for a chance to again hear the sing of steel, perhaps he would be lucky enough to even train against one of the famed kingsguard, his uncle being the only reason he was even here after all. But Atius did not let his hopes get the better of him, simply watching and waiting, who knows what could happen, and who he could meet, in such a wonderful place.