He unsheathed his longsword and laid it on the table before him, the bright steel on the rough wood. That first day, after girding up his courage for hours, Tyrion had lain flat on his stomach and squirmed to the edge, to poke out his head and look down. It burned, he said. No living man ever lay so still.
At Tyrion's approach they took to the air, squawking and flapping their black wings. I have Jyck and Morrec, Tyrion said, and Yoren is riding south again. The rest were melted away into the green. I also know that on the morrow the queen will pay you a visit.
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