“I do have one more thing to offer you if you'll have it.” From among the beads hanging from her cloak, she pulls a small carved stone on a leather cord. The carving is a broken circle with a square in its centre, marked by something brown and flaking. “I promise you I will explain everything once we’re out of this cold, but it is a ward against an existential threat we face here.”
As she extends her arm, Sansa may notice that while Randvi’s left bracer is that of a noblewoman, fine detailed leatherwork, the right appears to be strips of salt-burned leather wrapped around some kind of metal spine supporting the wrist.
Whether she takes it or not, Randvi nods back toward the way she’d come. “Milton is an unusual place. Our numbers are few, and if we want to survive we can't afford to count debts. I think some of it might be easier to believe if you can see it.”
She doesn't think that Lyanna is a Saxon from her own time, there are too many small discrepancies, but they're more similar than she is to most of their compatriots in the village.
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As she extends her arm, Sansa may notice that while Randvi’s left bracer is that of a noblewoman, fine detailed leatherwork, the right appears to be strips of salt-burned leather wrapped around some kind of metal spine supporting the wrist.
Whether she takes it or not, Randvi nods back toward the way she’d come. “Milton is an unusual place. Our numbers are few, and if we want to survive we can't afford to count debts. I think some of it might be easier to believe if you can see it.”
She doesn't think that Lyanna is a Saxon from her own time, there are too many small discrepancies, but they're more similar than she is to most of their compatriots in the village.