It was raining when Lem returned to the brewhouse, muttering curses as waterran off his yellow cloak to puddle on the floor. He hopped down from the dais and grabbed Sansa roughly. Thilenth, fool. The dragons answered.
Thinkthey'll like the taste of lion blood? A chewed-up corpse's no good to no one, said Lem. You have the leeches. He did nothing, she told Littlefinger once, when he paid a visit toher cabin to see if she were feeling any better. You get behind.
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