You know how to tell a good smuggler? When you talk to one, there's a head that talks back
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
We need all the help we can get
I'm not a devout man, obviously. Seven gods, drowned gods, tree gods, it's all the same