Attend the King's feast

Tyrion walked into the great hall just as the feast began to welcome the king. Ned Stark sat at the head of the hall with his wife, family, and the royals, with the notable exception of Robert Baratheon, who was at the lower tables, downing ales and groping the servant girls' supple bottoms as they passed with food. Cersei, Tyrion's sister sat watching her husband with a sour expression, as though she had been sucking on a lemon.
Tyrion settled himself at the back of the hall, grabbing a tall mug of ale and a large slab of meat. Digging in, Tyrion had the feeling he might enjoy the North after all.

After dining and making merry for many hours, Tyrion stumbled unsteadily outside, only to be met by a lone figure in the practice yard, slamming his sword into the straw dummies.
Tyrion drunkenly approached Jon, narrowly avoiding a back swing from his blunted steel. "Good Evening to you too." Tyrion quipped. "I hear you're to go north to The Wall. Interesting."
"The Night's Watch is the most honourable brotherhood in the realm. It would be an honour to serve in it." Jon replied.
"Ah yes. Honor. A funny thing. I suppose its the whole celibacy thing for me." Tyrion said. His point was accentuated as a knight and a serving maid ran out of the hall laughing and embracing. They quickly retreated into the shadows to enjoy eachother. "See?" Tyrion commented. "Do you really want to give all that up?"
Jon doesn't answer. "You've never been with anyone, have you? Truly you should try it sometime." He pressed a few coins into Jon's hand. "Go to the brothel, ask for Ros, she'll see you through." With that he sauntered off to find a sumtuous servant to finish off his night.