My thanks, m'lord. There was no help here, he saw. There are so many books at the Citadel that no man can hope to read them all. I will pay for one room for myself, and a second for my two companions.
Petyr gave him a look of mild reproach. It was good to see that seamed, scarred face, and hear his grutf, deep voice and thick Norvoshi accent. Her tongue had been torn out. That sword will be mine own, once it's done.
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