Well, it's not a court or an execution chamber (although he doesn't doubt it could become equivalent to either, if Joffrey so desired.) That's a positive. On the other hand -- that is, he thinks, the woman who had a nervous breakdown over filling up a water bottle, and the rest of the people in the room are virtual unknowns. (Except for, maybe, the man in grey; he had seemed at least somewhat competent.)
Hei moves towards the people sitting, trying to keep an eye both on Joffrey and on Varrå. 'Glad you are unharmed.' And they are, aren't they? So he must need them. And for what?
Quietly, he slides behind Shonagon's seat. Just-as-quietly, he asks, "What proposal?"
"I didn't intend to propose anything," she murmurs. "But I think His Highness means to put us to work. I may have..." An awkward half-chuckle, muffled when she bites down on her lip. "...I may have inadvertently suggested to him that we would make effective investigators."
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Hei moves towards the people sitting, trying to keep an eye both on Joffrey and on Varrå. 'Glad you are unharmed.' And they are, aren't they? So he must need them. And for what?
Quietly, he slides behind Shonagon's seat. Just-as-quietly, he asks, "What proposal?"
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"I didn't intend to propose anything," she murmurs. "But I think His Highness means to put us to work. I may have..." An awkward half-chuckle, muffled when she bites down on her lip. "...I may have inadvertently suggested to him that we would make effective investigators."