[ Have you ever seen a man grin so widely, coming out of that office? ]
[ Tyrion is a maelstrom of confusion and curiosity when he waddles out onto the street. He had seen a great many things over his years, but never such a city as this. Who knew that all it took to turn a man's fortune around was a chip in his head and some beads in his pocket? And an impossible, untraversable distance between himself and anyone who knew the slightest thing about the name of Lannister. ]
[ He hums softly to himself, The Bear and the Maiden Fair, as his stubby little legs carry him down the road. How Varys would wobble! How his sister would seethe and drink! Tyrion was aware that he was a small man in a very large world, but he couldn't help but think more than a few would notice his mysterious disappearance to a world of pleasure. ]
[ Pleasure. Tyrion fingers the beads, plucks out a blue one, a green one, a pink and white and yellow and— yes, he could enjoy any city that embraced its perversions so delightfully thoroughly. Doubtless someone somewhere would be interested enough to see what a dwarf kept in his smallclothes, and in the meantime, there was always the prostitutes. He is already heading in the direction of a brothel as though pulled by an invisible thread, and whistling, whistling all the while. ]
tyrion lannister | a song of ice & fire
[ Tyrion is a maelstrom of confusion and curiosity when he waddles out onto the street. He had seen a great many things over his years, but never such a city as this. Who knew that all it took to turn a man's fortune around was a chip in his head and some beads in his pocket? And an impossible, untraversable distance between himself and anyone who knew the slightest thing about the name of Lannister. ]
[ He hums softly to himself, The Bear and the Maiden Fair, as his stubby little legs carry him down the road. How Varys would wobble! How his sister would seethe and drink! Tyrion was aware that he was a small man in a very large world, but he couldn't help but think more than a few would notice his mysterious disappearance to a world of pleasure. ]
[ Pleasure. Tyrion fingers the beads, plucks out a blue one, a green one, a pink and white and yellow and— yes, he could enjoy any city that embraced its perversions so delightfully thoroughly. Doubtless someone somewhere would be interested enough to see what a dwarf kept in his smallclothes, and in the meantime, there was always the prostitutes. He is already heading in the direction of a brothel as though pulled by an invisible thread, and whistling, whistling all the while. ]