Yoren wiped his fingers on his vest. If you are a lord, you might learn a lord's courtesy, the little man replied, ignoring the sword point in his face. A few torches burnt smokily from sconces on the walls. Everyone is fat and drunk and rich.
Doreah stepped up beside her. As she watched him, this tall young man with the new beard and the direwolf prowling at his heels, all she could see was the babe they had laid at her breast at Riverrun, so long ago. Once they had entered the forest, they were in a different world. Groggy, he sat up and threw back the blanket.
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