His dad is also the god of music and foppery but you don't see Will out there strumming his strings and reciting sonnets. [ Because apparently poetry = foppery, which was funny considering that it was Vex's chosen occupation before he was forced to become an assassin. ]

But yes, I suppose we should all have priorities around this miserable place. And if you don't find something befitting a prince, I'm going to throw a royal fit. There's no reason why you, of all people, should sleep in a tent somewhere.