"Forgive me, good ser," Margaery sat on the odd bench, looking out from the bizarre tourney stands, at what by this man's admission was a gathering of mummers from lands so far away. "I need only a moment."
The man wryly smiled. "You can break character, y'know. What's your name for real?"
Margaery sternly frowned. "My name - "
"Alright, alright - I seen enough," the man stood, "Do you want a tour? Just don't squeal to my boss - this is off the books, y'hear?"
Margaery took his arm, but he slipped out of her embrace.
"Yo. I don't wanna get done for nunya con-sent," the man flexed his fingers, "Let's go keepin' it above board, aiite?"
I haven't a fancy what he is saying. He is unlike Joffrey in enough ways as can make him not a danger to me, at present.
The man opened the door. Margaery followed him into a small corridor with a candle at the top so bright to look upon, and everything in the way of craftsmanship was foreign.
"This is as - as as unlike Highgarden - or anywhere."
Margaery held onto the railing to collect her thoughts, and the man sighed.
"You've got stairs in Westeros!"
Margaery frowned. "It is not the stairs that frightens me, good ser, unlike your tone."
The man approached the door at the far end. Margaery pointed to the man's chest.
"What - what rank are you raised to, ser?" Margaery pointed at the playing card-size object around his chain of office. "Indeed - are you a ser at all? You must forgive me - I am a long way from court, to know the titles as bestowed upon in this land."
He chuckled. "I'm a member of staff. Underpaid and drownin' in student debt. You ready to rock n' roll?"
He opened the door slightly. Margaery caught a glimpse of what could only be as busy as Flea's End, as bright as those from Pentos, as bizarre as a tale of the White Walkers. Margaery took his arm.
"I find I am in need of your assistance, good ser," Margaery shook, "I am willing to overlook the odd words on your tongue, if you will ensure my safety in such a crowd. Consider yourself my - my Aemon the Dragonknight."
"You are nuts," he shook his head, and led the way out into the fray.