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This was the easy way. His hands moved deftly, with never a wasted cut; the work had to be done quickly, before the stink of blood brought shadowcats down from the heights. The Dothraki mate like the animals in their herds. Do you think your uncle Benjen was the only ranger we've lost this past year? Ben Jen, the raven squawked, bobbing its head, bits of egg dribbling from its beak.

He was tall and spare, wearing a long chainmail hauberk and gauntlets of lobstered steel, but he'd lost his helm and blood ran down into his eyes from a gash across his forehead. I doubt you could even lift a longsword, little sister, never mind swing one. Tyrion spread his shadowskin cloak on the ground and stretched out with his saddle for a pillow. Small wonder the sky cells drove men mad.