It was to him that Bronn turned with a cursory salute. We are not the boys we were. It burns, it does. His hands closed around the blade.
Ser Raymun Darry guarded his look well. Her mouth tasted of honey and cloves, and her fingers were deft and practiced as they found the fastenings of his clothes. They seemed to belong here. I believe I was younger than you the first time I got truly and sincerely drunk.
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