Arya twisted and turned, trying to look everywhere at once, hoping for aglimpse of a direwolf badge, for a tent done up in grey and white, for a faceshe knew from Winterfell. Why should you need to go whoring? He glanced back to where Ellaria Sandrode among the other women. It was very cold withinthe stairwell, a damp bone-chilling cold that set him to shivering at once. His face was thin and hollow,and he had lines under his eyes.
Terror closed a hand about his throat. Glover and Tallhart were broken at Duskendale,but remnants of their host are still abroad, with the Mountain slaughteringthe stragglers. Then he laughed, and bent to scoop a broken piece of slate off thefloor. Jon was my brother too.
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