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- (whimpering) - (Shouts)
(thudding)
and the rightful Lord of Riverrun.
You should be with them both.
Izembaro: You beast, you beast. You killed my wife.
My name is Brienne of Tarth.
My lady. My lady.
Riverrun was granted to the Freys by royal decree.
I'll have your head before I surrender Riverrun.
Because you don't matter to me, Lord Edmure.
He must always receive what is his.
What should I write?
We need friends in Westeros.
I prefer chicken.
we've just surrendered our most valuable prisoner.
Kept me in a cell for years.
I need your word.
- (man coughs) - (Gasps)
She'll have a hard time finding work as an actress
My heart's been broken too many times already.
Tougher girls than you have tried to kill me.
What do you propose?
Course we do.
My child king, hush.
The most famous dwarf in the world.
- I was wrong. I admit it. - That changes nothing.
Stolen our lands.
Bunch of nancies.
I suppose all mothers do,
Tastes like it has turned.
Is that it?
The company is moving on to Pentos soon.
He won't listen, but his men might.
Lesson number one, assume everyone wants to hit you.
They're our men. Or they were.
that we're decent, don't we?
your a derp
(choking)
Where are you going?
- I'm her squire. - Oh.
I don't think you know many girls like her.
Don't let him in.
State your business!
He's been their captive
Do it again. Come on, don't sulk.
Should I fail to persuade the Blackfish to surrender
You should come with us.
I was helping build it.
Look at him. You get hard, boy?