A small carriage enters King's Landing in the night... Carl, a simple man, always hated this city. The smell, the people. If you grew up in Flea Bottom, you did some bad things to survive, or you died. Despite his dislike for the city, it did provide him with something of value. Gold and women. Carl always had a knack for fighting and wound up hired as a bouncer for a few rundown brothels. His reputation preceded him, and he eventually found himself in the employ of one small man. He liked his old job, it was simple. Beating up drunken fools for pay was enjoyable and the women were always nice to their coworkers.
This recent venture had not been simple, but Carl wanted to get out of the city. Good thing too, he heard the rumors of the dragons taking the city. He succeeded in obtaining a package near Crackclaw Point and delivering it to King's Landing. His job was almost done as the carriage pulled into his former place of employment. Carl let the stable boy tend to the horses and took the package upstairs. He locked the door, pulled out his sword and sat down. It was going to be a long night. Tomorrow morning he would head to the Red Keep and present the package. Then he would ride out of the city and never come back. He still had the letter in his pocket, sealed in wax. It was a dangerous job, but the reward was too high to pass up.
Working for Littlefinger was a lot like growing up...
Contents of the letter delivered to the representative holding court at the Iron Throne.
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