Jul 13, 2015
nightwalkeer
Interpreting people was one of Littlefinger’s greatest talents. They would not need to speak even a single word, and he could already begin to piece together the sort of person they were. Judging from the nearby girl’s posture and gait, he imagined that it was no far stretch to assume that she was on edge. The specifics of this presumption were beyond his knowledge, but that was for him to discover through conversation, not observation.
“This city is quite strange, unlike anything I’ve ever seen.” he initiated, speaking in a low tone with a bit of caution, almost as if he were speaking to a timid rabbit. Regardless, his trademark, mocking smile was still ever present. “Wouldn’t you agree?”