I smell bacon. what was her name, that common girl of yours? Becca? No, she was one of mine, gods love her, black hair and these sweet big eyes, you could drown in them. I used to be his heir, only His voicetrailed off. Sneaking back to the alley where she had cornered the one-eared tom was easy, but after that she got lost.
He threw meat, wondering why he'd been summoned. Your hauberk and your battle-axe and the knife at your belt, those are ours too. The gods help this potboy if he's sent me off haring after shadows. Even on the kingsroad, it never hurt to be wary.
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