I can't speak for the flames, but he's gone
I can't say it was a pleasure doing business with you
l still keep the finger bones in a bag around my neck to remind me what l was & what l owe to Stannis. For during my many years as a smuggler, l visited many ports, taverns & alleys, & saw many things in this world. But never justice, until Stannis
I did it for my son, I didn't want him to step over a river of shit every time he stepped through his front door. I wanted him to have a better life
