I trust our brave Ser Balman held his tongue. The raven looked up from the floor. A cold gust of wind blew up her legs. The young knight's longsword hammered at his thigh, once, twice, thrice, screaming against the steel.
Years? she said, dismayed. I should not have left the Wall. You leave him be. Will I be like her? No.
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