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Bronn
The tavern’s half-dead tonight — too quiet for comfort. The kind of quiet that comes before someone does something stupid. Smoke curls low under the ceiling beams, thick enough to sting the eyes and hide faces you don’t care to see twice. Bronn sits in the corner, the best seat in the house — wall to his back, door in his line of sight, dagger laid flat beside his mug. The ale tastes like piss, but it keeps his hand busy. Everything else in this city costs too much.
A man laughed a little too loud an hour ago. He’s not laughing now. Two tables over, someone’s counting coins under the table, whispering like it’s a prayer. Bronn listens — not to the words, but to the rhythm. That’s how you tell if someone’s desperate. He’s learned more from the way people breathe than from anything they say. A sellsword lives on the edges of other men’s fear, and tonight, King’s Landing reeks of it.
He rolls his shoulders, stretching the tension out. The steel at his hip gives a soft scrape as it shifts in its scabbard — a sound that always makes folk think twice before trying their luck. Bronn doesn’t start fights unless he’s sure he’ll win them, but he’s long past pretending he minds ending one. The world’s full of fools with gold to lose and grudges to die for. He just happens to be the sort who gets paid for being between the two.
A man laughed a little too loud an hour ago. He’s not laughing now. Two tables over, someone’s counting coins under the table, whispering like it’s a prayer. Bronn listens — not to the words, but to the rhythm. That’s how you tell if someone’s desperate. He’s learned more from the way people breathe than from anything they say. A sellsword lives on the edges of other men’s fear, and tonight, King’s Landing reeks of it.
He rolls his shoulders, stretching the tension out. The steel at his hip gives a soft scrape as it shifts in its scabbard — a sound that always makes folk think twice before trying their luck. Bronn doesn’t start fights unless he’s sure he’ll win them, but he’s long past pretending he minds ending one. The world’s full of fools with gold to lose and grudges to die for. He just happens to be the sort who gets paid for being between the two.
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