[ She decides, on no more than a glance, that the man she speaks to is of high breeding. He has the bearing of a nobleman, a courtier or a lord, and she slinks in a step closer, knowing this promise for what it is. He is not a common man, which means he must wield either a weapon or influence. Given the resolute manner of their captors, she doubts it is the former.
A blade is what she most needs to see herself released from this captivity, but influence will work just as well, if not half so quick.
Despite the glimmer of opportunity she has spotted, she stiffens at the mention of superstition. It is for the peasants to dabble in myths and fear, and for the men of the Wall to hunt the ghosts of monsters, and she has no wish to hear of black magic. By his even tone, she cannot well gauge his own judgment of the matter, but she is not above encouraging him toward distaste. Violent resentment would be even better. ]
You do not look like a man who partakes in peasant games. [ This can't possibly be more than that, can it? Whoever has thrust her into these unbecoming games will be made to account for it. ]
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A blade is what she most needs to see herself released from this captivity, but influence will work just as well, if not half so quick.
Despite the glimmer of opportunity she has spotted, she stiffens at the mention of superstition. It is for the peasants to dabble in myths and fear, and for the men of the Wall to hunt the ghosts of monsters, and she has no wish to hear of black magic. By his even tone, she cannot well gauge his own judgment of the matter, but she is not above encouraging him toward distaste. Violent resentment would be even better. ]
You do not look like a man who partakes in peasant games. [ This can't possibly be more than that, can it? Whoever has thrust her into these unbecoming games will be made to account for it. ]