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With the commotion brought by the man’s death in the teeth of the dog he had trained himself, it was no wonder that people lost track of their own steps. At least when it came to the average people.  Half a smile appeared on his face. Charming, almost warm. The white of his teeth matching almost perfectly the silver stripe on his hair. But the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Those were empty, emotionless; sparkling sure, but lackin of soul. His voice was deep and full of courtesy, strong, but peaceful.

“And what kind of vigilance is a Lady meant to do? If a man may ask. As you probably already noticed the events of the day are not as pleasing as they should be” 

There was absolutely no need for him to waste his time talking to her, except for two facts. Any man would have stopped to talk with her, and well…Ladies knew things. And information was always useful.

“Is not often that man gets to see a Lady of such a beauty around these lands. Curiosity arises”

_{Feet scattered on cobbled roads, a muddle of people, women muting shrieks choked in their throats. The silent thud was easy to notice, a stand of oranges was meant to hold back his fall, fruitless. Cattle were dragged further on the wide road and men gathered in interest to the unfolding scene. A wail and the four-legged perpetrator fled without a trace between small alleyways. Urchins’ ears clung on overhanging terraces, or hands reached between long layered skirts for the promise of fresh scattered fruit. Guards were disposed and upon their duty without hesitation, Tyyne’s sole reaction was of pity. Pity the loss of life, a pin in a haystack to find a good cause for.}

_{Interest was taken from the commotion soon enough, the armed man managed to sneak a snort.} 

_{- You speak as you would be on the ground foaming from within lips.} 

 _{- Nor is often honest interest. Do say, if flattery works on many, kind ser?} 

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_{He didn’t comment on her first sentence, but a smile started to form around the corners of his lips at her last.}

_{“It’d be safe to say that most people who know me would say that you should.”}

_{He got a hold of her hand — just as he remembered it. Warm… welcoming. He had missed this.}

_{“Although it fills my heart with joy to know that you do not banish me.”}

_{A brow darted at the subtle change of demeanor, though there would have been a distorted mirror of an answer, bitter slowly sifting through, it was dismissed upon the meet of their gaze.}

 _{- Many people agree with the dissipation of half the populus, and yet here we are.}

_{A stop.}

_{- Look.}

_{-  Much has passed. More to stew over for a lifetime. Would you rather continue on it for what else there is left, or try to step through? - There would have been times a colour would creep upon her cheeks. - I am glad to see you alive, you know that.}

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_{How to summarize everything? Loki felt his throat became dry. The mischief was gone from his emerald orbs.}

_{“Frigga is dead.” He admitted. “Odin is dead. Heimdall is dead. The Bifröst is gone. Asgard is… Asgard is no more.” He paused momentarily. “Thor thinks I’m gone, too. I’ll give Thanos that I thought that, too.” He sighed and ran a hand in his ebony hair. “I’m more familiar with Death than I am with Life. But maybe now… I could try if I’m good at living, too. After all… I’ve got nothing more to lose.” He ignored his emotions were breaking through his stoic expression. For now. “Do you want me in your life… or not?”}

_{As short the answer, the hard it hit. Shame crept up her spine, darting its bitter fangs in prickles of skin. Loathe the woman had for the fact and despite not being cruel yet in her answers, the will to do so later cloaked her in remorse.}

_{Mask cracked as the steel of lips, a gentle expression was offered as their hatchet.} 

_{- I am sorry for your loss.}

_{Hand leaned for his in consolation, Tyyne knew they were close. He instead pressed onwards -much to her surprise.             Did it really matter as much?} 

- I have never banished you and you know that.

                         _{Some might say I never could.}

_{But that was not for his ears.}

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Not so far away from where he was standing,  a loyal dog, fierce before everyone and meek only for his master, had gone crazy. Attacking the one that fed it every day, that raised it since it was naught but a puppy. The screams of it’s former owner filled the air in the sunrise and people gathered around the scene. In all honesty, not much was lost that day. Abusers always found  a tragic ends. It was a law of life

Another name had been spoken, and part of the debt was paid. Just one life more and he would be free from his oath. The reason behind that death was deeper than a simple debt though. She wasn’t just another girl. Not just another abused child.  One couldn’t simply mess with a girl like that.

Someone had the common sense of killing the dog, and Jaqen walked away, smirk upon his face. That one was easy.

“That man should have been more careful” He randomly commented, more for himself that anything returning to his assigned position among the guards.

_{Sun. Golden pierce of rays falling against the valley, a warmth that spread both within lands and the heart of man. What seemed a soften of winter and its biting winds now slowly allowed heat to crawl, creep its path onto the Auslag hold, melting ice both from buildings, rivers, and lakes and from the grey that fell upon people. Such pleasant weather drew out all sorts, so it did the lady of hold, a ride towards the sea on the path leading from the Keep for shore.}

The harbor was rich with life, a buzz never-ending, from dawn ‘till dusk, alive in its own being, a life all was proud to be graced with and able to give to everyone under her reach. Means were met of her business, the lady of the hold simply wandered through aisles to see if there were anything catching her eye.

That is she would have, were there not for a bump and a sudden stop. Turning towards the owner of the low timber the woman mirrored his court nod. - As should have I. 

_{- There is aught a need to take it all upon yourself, ser. I wager a duty of constant vigilance may get your mind wander.}