The sellsword chewed and swallowed. It was a splendid weapon, castle-forged, and new-made from the look of it. Two serving wenches stood beneath the sign of the Smoking Log, the local alehouse. Jhiqui had taught her that a bloodrider was more than a guard; they were the khal's brothers, his shadows, his fiercest friends.
The old songs say that the greenseers used dark magics to make the seas rise and sweep away the land, shattering the Arm, but it was too late to close the door. It came up near Greyjoy's feet. The crossroads gave her pause. Jon sputtered and struggled.
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