Ser Lyn mislikes me, for some reason. Ser Roger was as big and bristly as his name and Ser Kennos suggested that he might be some lost Crakehall, since their sigil was a brindled boar. That, and the plunder we have taken here, will give us sufficient gold to buy provisions. -his eldest son and heir.
I slew him. Though I might be persuaded to keep you for my paramour. Nor here, though. She touched his cheek.
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