This man . The Faceless Men are expensive. There was still half a honeyed chicken in the center of the table. Lords and knights stepped aside silently to let her pass, and she felt the weight of their eyes on her.
Behind them, a sleek three-banked trading galley rocked at her moorings. Jon looked around. You'll find no succor until you reach the Vale, and each mount you lose burdens the others all the more. This stinks of manure.
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