Sharp! I told you, I am no stranger to Valyrian steel. The Wall is all ice, but thecastles are stone and wood. A grievous wound, aye, but Thoros healed it. Ser Boros and Ser Meryn sat to his right, leaving an empty chair between themfor Ser Arys Oakheart, off in Dorne.
Oberyn gave a shrug. died? she thought, as Ned's voice trailed off into an awkward silence. The dwarf woman drank deep, the wine running down her chin. I must be brave.
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