The khal laughed as he swung down off his stallion and showed her the scars on his leg where the hrakkar had raked him through his leggings. The Dothraki were shouting, Mirri Maz Duur wailing inside the tent like nothing human, Quaro pleading for water as he died. Jory and Bran and the rest came after. On the wrong side, Ser Jaremy Rykker commented dryly.
Your arms are covered with scratches. What do you want here, boy? The other two looked up from their dice. He hurried down the steps. We keep no headsman in the Eyrie, my lord of Lannister.
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