Tyriont cocked his head at the new arrival, curious. He hadn't been expecting anyone to approach him out here, certainly not at this ungodly hour. He lifted his own hand in a mimic of the girl's own greeting as he took her in. Dirty, bedraggled, probably more lice than hairs...he noted that she lacked the dejected spirit that many of those he tried to help carried with them, though. No, this one was used to life's hardships and had clearly adjusted to them instead of lamenting her lot. She knew him...it remained to be seen if that were a good thing or no.
"Mornin', lass. Always interested t'hear the current word...especially when it concerns me an' mine. You've got me at a disadvantage though...you clearly know my name, but I've not a clue as to yours. Who is it I've got the pleasure of?"
"Mornin', lass. Always interested t'hear the current word...especially when it concerns me an' mine. You've got me at a disadvantage though...you clearly know my name, but I've not a clue as to yours. Who is it I've got the pleasure of?"
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