I have grown tired, over the weeks that have passed, of having very little to do. I have watched the ravens whisper in the looking glass, but that can only keep a man like me entertained for so long. And while I have seen quite a number of people, there seems to very little life in most of them. And what good are we if our spirits are not high? We are nothing but walking shells, a body without true life.
My determination to bring some form of life to this ship has taken form at last, and after my weeks of labour, I have created something new. A place of rest and relaxation. A house of warmth and pleasure. Most are welcome to come and visit, but I cannot allow children. I do apologise, but the sorts of places I tend to own are not places best explored by the young and the innocent.
I am however looking for anyone who might want to work for me. I am sure I can offer payment of some sort for your time and efforts. You are welcome to leave me a message if you are interested.
With thanks,
Lord Petyr Baelish.