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WHO: Arya Stark
WHERE: By the fountain
WHEN: December 13th, afternoon
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Arya Stark being Arya Stark, discussions of violence more than likely
STATUS: Open

It had become something of a habit. Arya would explore the strange town, and on the days when her older brothers weren’t keeping tabs on her? She’d range further. Into the woods, looking for any signs of anything off. Old campfires, ruined buildings, anything that might hint at what story this place had. Not too far yet, not with what had happened. Just enough to start getting used to what was normal, so she’d notice when things were off. While snow hid quite a bit, the lack of leaves and undergrowth currently meant she could see much more of her surroundings.

But even on days when Robb or Jon were paying more mind to what she was doing, her daily explorations took her to the fountain park. If anyone asked, she was simply hoping that other members of her family might show up. Not entirely a lie, but the knife borrowed from the kitchen hidden under her coat belied the claim, as did the dark expression she sometimes cast towards the fountain when alone.

There were specific people that if Arya saw them arrive would certainly get a hand, though that would be followed rather quickly with a knife somewhere unpleasant. There was no way she’d take any risks and if there was one Southern lady here already, who was to say more wouldn’t come? Those who meant her family harm? So no one should pay any mind to the girl scowling at the fountain like it had somehow personally offended her, hands in the pockets of the coat she wore. She wasn’t bothering anyone, wasn’t getting into trouble. Just plotting a bit of hypothetical murder, nothing wrong with that.

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"I arrived a short while before the strange feast at the Inn." She wouldn't blame him for being armed, not in this place where there were so few people in general. There wasn't a town guard to run to when trouble arose, they had to handle things on their own.

"Just came by to see if anyone had come from the fountain yet today." Usually there were signs even if the new arrival was gone, fresh ice around the fountain from the spilling water, or still-freezing slush. Some sign for her that she needed to find out who'd come that day, to see if they would pose a threat to her siblings.

"Oh, my apologies for not introducing myself sooner." He had gotten pretty drunk that night and spent his days since working and keeping to himself. Feeling much less social since Jo and Cougar left to hunt whatever killed Karen. He had never lived in a place where town gaurds really mattered, royalty had guards and he had spent a short time years ago as a prince's guard, but all in all he mostly stayed armed for hunting.

"I would feel much bad for any who came through in this weather. They would surely be taken by illness to come through wet in this snow." His eye's shifted to the fountain. Always worried someone he knew might pop out. He still planned if his uncle's head ever came through he would drown the man before he could get out. This world was not a place for a man like Thorkell.

Thorfinn unfolded his arms, and held over one of his scarred hands. "My name is Thorfinn, and you?"

"It's fine. It's not like I've been that social anyways." Mostly lurking around her family members as if wary one or all would be snatched away. She was... well paranoid would be a start to describing her at least?

"Not a pleasant way to go, that. However with everyone so willing to help, it hopefully won't come to that." She even managed to sound sincere, though partly that was because the targets of her ire? She wasn't satisfied with letting them be taken by illness and cold. Blood spilled would be all that would satisfy her, spilled at her hands, before they could even think of causing trouble.

"Arya Stark." Glancing at the hand offered before offering one of her own in turn.

Thorfinn nodded when she spoke. "Many of us are not, none can fault that. This is a strange place to be spirited away to."

His eyes shifted from her to the water, a darker look crossing over as he looked to the water. He had already made up his mind that if Thorkell came through, he would drown the man before he could even step out of the water. It would be best for everyone even if the idea of killing again bothered him. Anyone else... well, he would worry then if it happened. "No, not at all pleasant, but everyone keeps an eye I suppose." he answered in his thick accent, before shaking her hand in return.

"A pleasure, are you by any chance kin to lady Sansa?"