These are no common servants, sweet sister, her brother told her as they were brought forward one by one. It troubled him more than he could say. ess men-at-arms who had fled north when her brother Edmure's army was shattered beneath the walls of Riverrun. Outside the city walls they camped with their vast herds, raising palaces of woven grass, eating everything in sight, and making the good folk of Pentos more anxious with every passing day.
A shade more exhausting than needlework, Jon observed. Stop that, I have to do the other side, you're all muddy. Ghost had led the party here; the pack of hounds had been useless. He did not know how to be a lord.
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