Jory Cassel

- Theon? He's a good lad. - I doubt it.

It was like seeing a shark on a mountaintop.

- Vicious sons of whores. - They like their bloodshed.

They strut around like roosters down here.

Do you remember Thoros of Myr charging through the breach?

- I'm the captain of his guard. - I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name, Ser...

- No ''ser''. I'm not a knight. - I see.

Well, it just so happens that I am.

Have you wronged me?

- Oh. - One of the Greyjoys nearly took my eye.

They stopped liking it at the end.

I'm here on behalf of Lord Eddard Stark, the Hand of the King.

- Forgive me, my lord... - Why do I have to forgive you?

That was a proper battle.

Can I leave this with you? The message from Lord Stark.

- We've met before, you know. - Have we? Strange, I've forgotten.

You shouldn't be out here, my lord.

- That's where you got your scar? - Aye.

Even the ones who've never seen an arrow coming their way.

Ah, a knight. They strut around like roosters down here.

- [Robert laughs] - Should I leave it with...

- There's no telling who has eyes where. - Let them look.

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