Must we play the same fool's game with every meal? He made another grab for the beans. The direwolf sat on his haunches. Come inside, Your Grace. Arya glanced up longingly at her bedchamber, then moved away from the Tower of the Hand, keeping close to the wall as she slid from shadow to shadow.
Lady Catelyn Stark. Tyrion scratched the white wolf behind the ears. Aside from his own retainers, there was scarcely a man in this city he trusted. There's much to be said for taking people unawares.
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