You just arrived at the capital after two weeks of bad roads,

There's bad blood between the Martells of Dorne

Together we finished off three chickens and a flagon of wine.

she's got two traitors' heads coming right through her door.

You're supposed to stand out.

Come out and fight us, Blackfish.

Couldn't hurt to get some of the poison out.

- I don't know. Ginger cunt, three tents down. - And he didn't have anything to say about it?

Only a fool makes threats he's not prepared to carry out.