Some septa trained you well. What they know of fighting they learned between decks, in the alleys of Oldtown and Lannisport, in wayside brothels and taverns on the kingsroad. The fury went out of his eyes, and his sword arm dropped. Robb was looking at her anxiously.
The new boy screeched in pain. She hugged her knees against her chest, suddenly afraid. He said I wasn't the king. Perhaps my lord would care to take the lead? Ser Waymar Royce did not deign to reply.
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