This dude, I'm not practicing stop fires or the death.

A fire?

It sounds like angry.

Are you so hungry to die dwarf or have you taken leave of your senses?

Fire will bring the clansmen down on us for miles around.

I mean to survive this journey, Lannister.

And how do you hope to do that? We have no chance of fighting our way back.

But two can cover the more ground than ten and attract less notice. The fewer days we spend in these mountains

the more like we are to reach the riverlands. Ride hard and fast, I say. Travel by night and hold

up the day and void the road where we can. Make no noise and light no fires.

Ah, splendid plan, brawn.

Try it, as you like, and forgive me if I do not linger to bury you.

You think to outlive me, dwarf?

H riding hard and fast by night is a sure way to tumble down a mountain and crack your skull.

I prefer to make my crossing slow and easy.

I know you love the taste of horse brawn, but if our mounts die

under us this time we'll be trying to saddle Shadowcats. If truth be told I think

the clans will find us no matter what we do. Their eyes are all around us.

Then we're dead men, Lannister.

If so, I prefer to die comfortable. We need a fire. The nights are cold up here and

hot food will warm our bellies and lift our spirits.

Do you suppose there's any game to be had? Lady Liza has kindly provided us with veritable

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