He grunted as he sat down in the tavern, concerned with Lord Baelish. At any moment he could be attacked again like he has been recently. He offered good money, but sometimes the job was more overwhelming than most thought.
All that looked at him thought of him as a giant, reaching around the height of 7 feet, he had a strong and slender build, he did not enjoy how he had to look down at the peasants like the ants they were, constantly watching for their dark thoughts. It became his job when he had managed to keep Lord Baelish at safe for a short time and become one of his bodyguards, making all eyes uneasily look away at his turbulent gaze when they see the master of coins fear-inspiring giant.
He was not always what he seemed though, he has a deep sense of honour matching of the noble Lord Stark, well, not as honourable as most people thought, as now he sat in the jail cell he deserved for his treachery, but who knows, maybe he was of true reason.
He looked around the tavern for Littlefinger, expecting his arrival, usually punctual, but for once, it was over 15 minutes late.
He sat there and drunk, and as he did that, a slender man in a hooded veil approached him, "follow me, frown", the man slyly uttered in his direction. Lord Baelish Always called him that, since he never smiled.
They sat down at a more enclosed seat "Today we shall drink, our previous success was much better than what i expected".
The Frown tensed. His previous success was a tricky thing indeed, he had to make sure Varys could not help Lord Stark during his 'claimage' as protector of the realm. Surprisingly so, Varys could blend into the shadows and creep through streets as if he were the night itself. Not fast enough for him though.
"I need to ask you, now and here. What do you want?" Littlefinger stared with a contrite but piercing look. It made the frown tingle. What did he want out of this? He thought for how to reply...
Edited by SauronofMorgoth, 28 March 2015 - 00:57.