The new boy screeched in pain. The boy insists it's true. Take the black, or see our heads on spikes before evenfall. His honorable host, Illyrio Mopatis, Magister of the Free City of Pentos.
Your wife will be waiting. There's one woman up an ironwood, halfhid in the branches. If so, you are the only one, my old friend. She mounted him then, and for a time, she almost made him believe it.
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