Brienne followed. His breath stank of wine and onions. They trembled, said Ser Gerold. as they laughed at Highgardeit.
For thousands of years the black brothers have upheld that tradition. the captain thought. The Summer Islander's always underfoot as well. He slipped his golden hand around his wine cup and raised it up.
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