Initially, Ramsay finds himself traversing the brightly lit aisles of the quaint little gift shop with some level of wonderment and delight. Why, he'd never seen such a delightful little shop in his life! Such strange peculiar little trinkets and ornaments. Granted, the only thing that would bring the young Bolton any glimmer of hope or joy would likely be sharp and covered in blood.
Nope. No flaying doodads or instruments of torture here.
Anyway, after another few minutes of exploring the rest of the store, he stops at the registers and freezes. Ramsay gawks at the little pedestal for a couple of moments, the expression on his face akin to a manic chimpanzee. His eyes drift from the inspirational words of wisdom, up to the glistening globe of light, back to the words. Then, without even looking he simply reaches over to the nearest display of this year's Hallmark collectible ornaments and violently knocks it over. Little glass bulbs, porcelain Snoopys, and plastic obligatory Disney Princess Of This Year ornaments shattering and scattering all over the floor.
Ramsay then clears his throat and loudly shouts, "Is there an actual merchant here? I've a question about your wares!" You know what? He's going to just. Knock that cash register off the counter too.
ramsay bolton | game of thrones/a song of ice and fire
Initially, Ramsay finds himself traversing the brightly lit aisles of the quaint little gift shop with some level of wonderment and delight. Why, he'd never seen such a delightful little shop in his life! Such strange peculiar little trinkets and ornaments. Granted, the only thing that would bring the young Bolton any glimmer of hope or joy would likely be sharp and covered in blood.
Nope. No flaying doodads or instruments of torture here.
Anyway, after another few minutes of exploring the rest of the store, he stops at the registers and freezes. Ramsay gawks at the little pedestal for a couple of moments, the expression on his face akin to a manic chimpanzee. His eyes drift from the inspirational words of wisdom, up to the glistening globe of light, back to the words. Then, without even looking he simply reaches over to the nearest display of this year's Hallmark collectible ornaments and violently knocks it over. Little glass bulbs, porcelain Snoopys, and plastic obligatory Disney Princess Of This Year ornaments shattering and scattering all over the floor.
Ramsay then clears his throat and loudly shouts, "Is there an actual merchant here? I've a question about your wares!" You know what? He's going to just. Knock that cash register off the counter too.