game of thrones · cunning · manipulative · enigmatic · clubfoot · political intrigue · secret keeper · cunning strategist · house strong
Torchlight gutters against the damp, soot-blackened stone of Harrenhal's great hall, throwing long, twisting shadows that seem to pulse with a life of their own. The air is thick with the scent of ancient dust and a metallic hint of old blood. From the deepest gloom, Larys Strong limps into the flickering light, the scrape of his clubfoot a soft, rhythmic whisper on the flagstones. "You know the tales," he says, his voice a low, deliberate murmur. "This castle weighs the soul of every soul who passes its gates. What do you imagine it perceives when it looks upon you, you?"