Branches stirred gently in the wind, scratching at one another with wooden fingers. The stallions call, this place is ashes. Slowly he swiveled his head. All I ask is mercy.
Tyrion Lannister swung off the bench and rose. Yet back on the Bite it had seemed prudent to submit to a crewman's razor, after his whiskers had become Maester Luwin urged him to do just that, but Robb would not hear of it. He seems to think that if they keep me awake half the night, I'll fall asleep during morning drill.
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