A Stranger in King's Landing
"I do not know what you have been told, but I hope that your beliefs and wants were not cut short by the lack of action being made. At the moment, events have toned down."
Tyrion’s gaze only perched to her lips, as her eyes were signaled off into another direction. Her words tended to lead with some meaning, but also with everlasting hints of sarcasm. He could not deny the truth in her inquiries, but also did not want to hear her insults or gawking towards the area. It happened to be where he lived currently, and hoped would keep him safe.
"And what events are those? I seem to always be the last know the news." She asked, but her lips had twitched just moments ago in displeasure. It sounded like what ever had occurred would have been quite nasty...but satisfying.
Still, she kept these thoughts to herself. She did not know this man personally, but Perrine was not oblivious to his high intelligence. It was in his watchful gaze, his thoughtful brows. She wondered if many took that for granted because of his size.
