Sure. You can't miss him. White hair, little thick around the waist, bushy beard, has the same taste in tailor as you do. Keep an eye out.

[ Look, just. Okay look. He can't not be an asshole. It's a reflex.

As for the rest, he would love if Melisandre could pick up a cup or two of common sense but that appears to be out of stock. So he holds his answer in abeyance until he comes swinging down off the roof of the general store. It's quick work unhooking his makeshift grapple, a flick of the wrist after landing before he starts coiling the rope up again. ]

None that I can think of.