Innkeep, a servant's voice called out behind her, we have horses that want stabling, and my lord of Lannister requires a room and a hot bath. It was the last thing Tyrion Lannister would ever have anticipated. only hope that the gods would know better, and that Robert would learn the truth of it in the land beyond the grave. Who'd want to kill the likes of you? My lord father, for one.
Eight isn't so much younger than fifteen, and I'm the heir to Winterfell, after you. He was a small, dirty man in filthy brown clothing, and he stank of horses. Kill him, hissed some drunken slattern from the back, and other voices took up the call, faster than he would have believed. The Watch took no part.
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