When the initial greeting of early guests waned to a close, Toma headed to the dinning hall for a official declaration, and signify the beginning of his celebration. This action leaves him very vulnerable, making the young noble reluctant, but it's proper etiquette and he doesn't want to disappoint his parents.
Taking his seat at the head of the table, he fakes a smile towards his mother and father who sit at the two seats closest to him.
"So son how does it feel to sit at the head? Don't get used to it though, I'm not going anywhere any time soon." Lord Stark gives off a hearty laugh at his own comment.
Toma's mother shoots her husband a disapproving glare, then looks towards her son. "Well in a more serious matter, we have many guests planned to arrive, and they'll surely be bringing their unwed daughters. You are eighteen now, and really should think about finding a spouse."
"Are there any generals coming?"
Slightly taken aback by her son's blatant redirection, Lady Stark responds. "Well yes, but only one of them have a daughter that has yet to marry." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "But I would not recommend her, there are a few unpleasant rumors circulating her."
Toma's false smile quickly fades at this. "And what rumors are those?"
"Well I've heard rumors of her having fits out of nowhere, and talking to herself from time to time. Some think she's mad, and others believe she's possessed. Either way, it would only get our family caught in needless affairs if you were to court her."
"Very well." Toma left his response vague to not worry his mother. The young noble very well intends on finding this woman. Protecting his family is more important than political affairs to him.