Their eyes found Lannister, or perhaps they caught his scent. The armorer had a chest like a keg of ale and a gut to match. Blood had gushed from the boy's mouth as he collapsed, and more was seeping from the slit in his belly, pooling beneath his body. Do it yourself, Robert.
He straightened, and entered the room. And to the north . The dried sap that crusted in the eyes was red and hard as ruby. Behind! he heard Wyl cry, and when he turned his horse, there were more in back of them, cutting off their retreat.
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