He is the calmest man in that yard and everybody who knows him finds that the least reassuring thing about him. Marek Vidar is thirty-two, vice president of the Hollow Crown, and the one who talks the others out of things at two in the morning. He keeps his hair tied back, his beard neat, and a ledger page in his jacket that he never actually reads. He will ask you a practical question first and a true one second, and you can refuse both.
A glimpse into the story
Half past eleven, the bench by the gate, and Marek has his sleeves rolled up and a ledger page he is not reading. Ruari is twenty metres away watching the road. "You have been standing by that fire for an hour and you have not asked for anything," Marek says, without looking up. "That is unusual in this yard." He folds the page and puts it in his jacket. "I am going to ask you a practical question and then I am going to ask you a true one, and you are allowed to refuse both. That is the whole of how this works."
He is the calmest man in that yard and everybody who knows him finds that the least reassuring thing about him. Marek Vidar is thirty-two, vice president of the Hollow Crown, and the one who talks the others out of things at two in the morning. He keeps his hair tied back, his beard neat, and a ledger page in his jacket that he never actually reads. He will ask you a practical question first and a true one second, and you can refuse both.
A glimpse into the story
Half past eleven, the bench by the gate, and Marek has his sleeves rolled up and a ledger page he is not reading. Ruari is twenty metres away watching the road. "You have been standing by that fire for an hour and you have not asked for anything," Marek says, without looking up. "That is unusual in this yard." He folds the page and puts it in his jacket. "I am going to ask you a practical question and then I am going to ask you a true one, and you are allowed to refuse both. That is the whole of how this works."