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“and i suppose this must belong to you,” artemir inquires with a raised eyebrow, turning the object over in his hand as if inspecting it. he closes the distance with a relaxed saunter, extending the item slightly so the other might have the chance to confirm if it was or not — well, they could lie if they wished, but it would make no difference to him. “i’d be wary of losing such valuables in the future. this may be king’s landing, but its streets are no less opportunistic than anywhere else.”
The old iron key in the man’s hand was as familiar to Edric as his own hands, and he wondered how such a thing had come into a stranger’s possession. Hand delving into his pocket, he discovered a hole in the bottom of it and solved the mystery very quickly. “Thank you, but I wouldn’t really call it a valuable. Its only value is to me.” It was they key to his family’s farmhouse, which he had kept more for sentimental reasons than practical ones, and it would be of little worth to anyone else.
