I may not know the North, but I know men. They're more or less the same in any corner of the world
I saw you drink poison that should have killed you. I saw you give birth to a demon made of shadows
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
Every port on the Narrow Sea had a bounty on me, which they would collect if l didn't pay a percentage to the right people or pick the right tides