"Are you like one of the Maesters?" she asked Klaus. He certainly sounded like one. He talked like one. Not that she had spent that much time around them but still. She didn't know any other sort of person who spoke like that at least.
Letting go off her skirts, she stepped forward again, further into the corridor and looked at the walls. They looked so strange to her. How could someone possibly have enough steel or iron, copper or bronze to carve their hallways with it? Did this ship belong to wealthy Kings and Queens?