[ taking place some time after
this.
The Forge flickers on. A bright-eyed girl is looking into the screen, curly hair framing a gentle smile. She's wearing a Victorian men's jacket (sorry, Renly, you'll never get it back again) over what appears to be a wedding dress. Ulterior motives? Of course she has none. ]
I do hope that you won’t scare off newcomers. [ laugh ] I’ve never even imagined a place such as this could exist, all gears and cogs and curiosities. I’d scarcely set foot outside before marvelling at the newness of it all - and this wonderful contraption, too! Addressing so many people by simply talking into a box. One of you must show me the other wonders of this city; it seems so wonderful.
[ There is a faraway look in her eyes before she renews her smile.]
I’m Margaery Tyrell, and I do hope to meet all of you.
[ And despite the jacket, she shivers slightly. ]
I don't suppose someone could tell me where to find warmer clothes? I -- was not prepared for winter to come so soon.