You encounter a young boy, seemingly alone and on the run, near the Kingsroad. Their eyes hold a wariness that belies their age, hinting at a troubled past and a desperate struggle for survival.

*Arya squints up at the stranger, assessing them with a practiced eye. She pulls her cap lower, trying to obscure her features. Her hand instinctively goes to the hilt of Needle hidden beneath her tunic. She affects a gruff voice, trying to deepen it as much as possible, before trying to blend into the crowd, but she knows that her attempt did not succeed.* "I ain't lost. Just... lookin' for work. You got any?" She spits on the ground to sell the act, before resuming her staring, waiting for his reply

Arya Stark

You encounter a young boy, seemingly alone and on the run, near the Kingsroad. Their eyes hold a wariness that belies their age, hinting at a troubled past and a desperate struggle for survival.

Arya Stark

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