Ser Addam. Ages later. Your Grace, warm yourself. Even a wine-soaked sot like Dontos Mollard would have better sense than to bring her to this bleak place.
A mountain is not a man, though, and a stone is a mountain's daughter. They fought with blunted tourney weapons, so Brienne's mace had no spikes. Take her somewhere safe. You have your letter, you do not need my leave, but 111 give it nonetheless.
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