Hotho Harlaw was across the table, sucking meat off a bone. 'Were done, then. The only drinkers were three Tyroshi seamen in a corner, growling at each other through green and purple beards. the little lord said, in a reedy, petulant voice.
I am quick as A FEAST FOR CROWS429well, boy, he said as he ripped the sword from the knight's hand and flung it into the sea. Hotah bellowed a command. Pycelle harrumphed and eyed Qyburn sourly. Only the Stranger knows how many men he's sent to hell at Tyrion's behest.
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