We're not Southerners, and I don't want to leave you
I know how to swing a sword
The Many-Faced God stole a few more from me. But I'm glad he left me you
Back in Braavos before I got my first face, there was a game I used to play, the game of faces. It's simple, I ask you a question about yourself, and you try to make lies sound like the truth. If you fool me, you win, if I catch you lie, you lose
