Not wench. They were her pack, her friends, the only living friends that remainedto her, and if not for her they would still be safe at Harrenhal, Gendry sweating at his forge and Hot Pie in the kitchens. ” She sighed, and her expression was once again distant, unreadable. Half his worldwas black.
All safe, he wrote. Toran seized her elbow and nudged her into an awkward run over the smooth, packed ground towards the sparking of artificial light in the distance. Master Mott said it was time I made my first longsword. Chett got to his feet.
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