APPFNDIX741{VARGO HOAT} of the Free City of Qohor. They bound Brienne's wrists with rope again and led her from the cavern. The smell reminded Jaime Lannisler of the pass below the Golden Tooth, where he had won a glorious victor} in the first days of the war. ' He wriggled his flour-spotted fingers to show he held no weapon.
As he walked he paused from time to time, to probe ahead with his quar-terstaff. Jaime had led a dozen guards below, with torches and ropes and lanterns. ' Your supper guests. Ser used to call me Shitmouth.
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