Their faces were muffled in woolen scarves so only their eyes showed, and they were plump with layers of wool and leather, black on black. The Hand did call upon me, with Lord Stannis, the king's brother. There was an edge to this darkness that made his hackles rise. You are foolish strawhead slave, Irri said.
If I had thought to see war again in my lifetime, I should have eaten a few less eels, he'd told Catelyn when he met her ship, slapping his massive belly with both hands. In some khalasars, Jhiqui said, the bloodriders shared the khal's wine, his tent, and even his wives, though never his horses. Is that your mommy's mouth, bastard? What was she, some whore? Tell us her name. At Tyrion's approach they took to the air, squawking and flapping their black wings.
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