◤ Ꮴalar Ꮇorghulis. ◢
A distinct CLICK of power outage conveys Jaqen from
an
empty musing, line of vision in alignment with the
television-like
screen thusly skating across the
horizon; it
fails in its search of a nearby
building; his lips fall to a fine
line.
“Does a lovely girl know where the closest rest stop is?”
He tilts his head towards the apparatus most commonly
referred to as a GPS. “This needs new batteries.”













