Arya
I take in his long black coat and bare chest. Dressed in all-black, he appears more like a night creature than a man.
He steps forward cautiously, holding his hands up to signal a truce.
I refuse to lower my makeshift weapon.
"Where are you from?" He asks.
"I'm from the Continent". I respond.
His lips quirk upwards at the sides.
"Never heard of it."
No surprise there. I haven't heard of Vadi either.
Does this mean that there are other places I don't know about?
He gestures toward the game on the spit.
"If you don't mind, I have to turn that. It's burning".
I finally put down the weapon, adrenaline giving way to hunger.
I can't even remember the last time I ate - must be that time at the Diamond Rank's table.
Speaking of the Diamond Rank, I wonder what is going on with them. Is the Blink still running as usual?
I watch his movements from the corner of my eye, half-expecting him to attack me.
Every once in a while, he throws a curious glance in my direction.
