Good morrow. She seized his arm. He was a comely youth, their Sphinx. Black made her look too pale.
Within the walls, crossbowmen walked the ramparts, some in crimson cloaks and lion-crested helms, others in the blue and grey of House Frey. The sight of them made her feel more confident. You come too late. More than two and less than four.
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