Helpless as the rest, Sansa could only stand and watch as the shaking spell ran its course. a tall girl with wispy yellow hair. Not the Osmund Kettleblack I know. The dwarf's speech was coarse but courteous.
The mattress was stuffed with rags instead of straw, which made it lumpier than the one shed had at I-Iarrenhal. Most mines are dank and chilly places, cut from cold dead stone, but the Fourteen Flames were living mountains with veins of molten rock and hearts of fire. You have not seen the things he did, ser. he spat out.
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