War is war, but killing a man at a wedding, horrid
If you're half as bright as you think you are, you'll find a way out of here, too
I'm leaving this wretched city as fast as I can before that shoeless zealot throws me into one of his cells
Your brothers gone. The High Sparrow saw to that. The rest of your family have abandoned you. The people despise you. Youre surrounded by enemies, 1000s of them
