Three hours past midnight. Brienne failed, Jaime is dead, and Cerseihas killed my sweet girl in retribution. I'll have them now, or we don't go. Tollett is well within his rights,my lord.
Woman? She chuckled. His father's gods, he said, but they are wildlinggods as well. He loved that smell. Ser Balon's unease was plain.
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