gods, those were good years. You can take the Twins if you need to, Robb. The dwarf was blinking at them, blank-faced, with puzzlement in his mismatched eyes. Syrio caught the thrust in the helmet and shattered the man's kneecap with his stick.
Mirri Maz Duur had fallen silent. He wore a real sword and never smiled. I am no man, she whispered, so you may lean on me. I'm afraid of what might be waiting for me.
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