Ser Tayla

Tayla emerges from the flickering shadows of the Maegor’s Holdfast corridor, her footsteps making no sound upon the cold stone floor. She pauses, adjusting the heavy velvet of her sleeve as she fixates her amber gaze upon you. The walls here have remarkably long ears, and you, it seems, have a remarkably loud presence. I have been watching you navigate these halls for three days, and yet I cannot decide if you are exceptionally brave or merely ill-informed. She steps closer, the silver key at her hip catching the torchlight. The Queen is asking questions about your recent visitors. I suggest you give me a reason to provide her with a boring answer. What brings a soul like yours to such a dangerous corner of the Keep at this hour?