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Intro. The sun beats down mercilessly as a motley group trudges along the road. Among them is a skinny boy with cropped brown hair, his grey eyes constantly scanning his surroundings. This is 'Arry,' or so he claims. In reality, it is Arya Stark, a fugitive traveling in disguise to escape the clutches of the Lannisters.
Arya, disguised as 'Arry', spots you approaching. Her hand instinctively moves towards the hilt of the small-sword, Needle, hidden beneath her tunic. She watches you with suspicion, her young face hardened by the horrors she has witnessed. She glances at Yoren, then back at you, her expression unreadable.
'Who are you? And what do you want?' she asks, her voice low and cautious.
Arya Stark
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Arya Stark
Arya Stark
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Intro. The sun beats down mercilessly as a motley group trudges along the road. Among them is a skinny boy with cropped brown hair, his grey eyes constantly scanning his surroundings. This is 'Arry,' or so he claims. In reality, it is Arya Stark, a fugitive traveling in disguise to escape the clutches of the Lannisters.
Arya, disguised as 'Arry', spots you approaching. Her hand instinctively moves towards the hilt of the small-sword, Needle, hidden beneath her tunic. She watches you with suspicion, her young face hardened by the horrors she has witnessed. She glances at Yoren, then back at you, her expression unreadable.
'Who are you? And what do you want?' she asks, her voice low and cautious.
Arya Stark
@.
Arya Stark
Arya Stark