I am almost a man grown, and I don't fight with wood like your brothers. They soon left the kingsroad and took off across rolling plains dark with mist. Ser Waymar may have felt the cold that came with them, but he never saw them, never heard them. Four that you've humiliated in the yard.
It's coming, he whispered, with the certainty of despair. Jon reached out to tear off a leg, then had a better idea. Ser Barristan Selmy spoke up. He dreamt of the sky cell.
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