There are many familiar faces who line these hallways. His brothers, clad in white, sleep peacefully in these open tombs. An old man has often had to think, not dead, sleeping. At peace, far away from the world that cherished and killed them both.

So, clad in his blazing white armour and cloak, bearing a dragon's crest for the queen he now serves, he is a ghost in these halls.

And upon finding Renly, he waits politely, at ease. There was never anything to fear of Renly Baratheon, Ser Barristan sees no reason to begin now.