No one seemed to pay themany mind. She could hear him huffing and puffing as he began thedescent. Wispy bannersswirled from atop their towers and reached for the fast-fading stars. Lord Petyr dismissed him with a wave, andreturned to the pomegranate again as Oswell shuffled down the steps.
As they lurched into motion, Tyrion reclined on an elbow while Sansasat staring at her hands. Otherwise she only nibbled at the fruit and fish andhoneycakes. At last, a place made for dwarfs. I don't mind them so much.
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