We weremade for a single purpose - to keep the darkness at bay. Summer Islanders have no imagination. But this I can tell you. And when one of us is caught and put to the question, well,we can't tell them where to find Lord Beric no matter what they do to us.
Now if you were my prisoner and told me as little of use as you have our general, I would slit open your abdomen and strangle you with your own intestines. There's far too much horse shitabout here for my taste. You never suspected me; never questioned me; never saw anything peculiar or strange about me. Then he waited while the files’ headings were studied.
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