Jory brought us here once, to fish for trout. Take his head off. I would be more than happy to tell you what I can of the manner of his passing. You need a woman now, Bronn said with a glint in his black eyes.
The High Hall of the Arryns was aglow with the light of fifty torches, burning in the sconces along the walls. The ground was so far below him he could barely make it out through the grey mists that whirled around him, but he could feel how fast he was falling, and he knew what was waiting for him down there. This was the easy way. Quick as a snake.
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