19/02/2026 02:47

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I killed the bastard, didn't IT' A lock of matted black hair fell across his eyes as he glared up at Ned. You may go. Old Nan told me about him. He jerked his mount around hard and rode back to the lists for the second pass.

As black as onyx, polished smooth, so the bone seemed to shimmer in the light of his torch. His soot-dark armor seemed to blot out the sun. We need to march south to meet him. Well, them and whatever few bowmen I leave here at the Moat.