Schön's kin would be pleased, indeed, to be regarded as regal and educated.

"More than direct, I shall escort you if you like," he offers. "Though I feel I should warn you, the family who run the inn are, themselves, chickens." It must be that fairy godperson thing keeping him from a tiny bit of mischief--or perhaps Brienne is just too upright to play that particular trick upon. "But they do serve many fine meats, I understand, and make very fine hosts."