He was wearing a padded crimson doublet patterned with lions and a cloth-of-gold cape with a high collar that framed his face. Mauls, clubs, a scythe . You shan't be wanted. Ser Jorah Mormont ducked through the door flap and waited a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dimness.
Can't leave a man to hunt in peace. Even from afar, his lord father was resplendent. He does not know yet, does he? The Usurper owes Drogo a lordship. There was scant warmth to be found in Castle Black; the walls were cold here, and the people colder.
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