Interrogation time

A gold-cloak and a robed man enter the room. The gold-cloak begins by cuffing you in the head again. The robed man speaks.

"Ser Ian, that's quite enough for now. Stand by." The gold-cloak nods and retires into the dark corner.

"Young lady, you know why you're here of course?"

You shake your head in confusion. "No m'lord I don't. Please I'm very sick, I'm lost and incredibly confused."

"Several of our city watchmen saw you stab a man in the back with this dagger-" he produced a dagger, alien to you. "And then run off. What say you?"

You are fucked and you know it. Plead insanity. "Like I said m'lord, I'm quite ill. I have no memory from before being cuffed by the knight in the corner."

The gold-cloak grumbled. "She's a fuckin liar, Varys. Let me end her here and now."

Varys turned to him again. "Now now Ser Ian. Give the young lady a chance. She says she's sick. Perhaps in the head. Or, maybe it's the wrong girl."

"No, that's her. I recognize the shit she's covered in."

He was right, you smelled awful and your beautiful body was coated in dirt and refuse.

"You will take her to Littlefinger for work. After we shouldn't waste good meat."