блэджек наш... и шлюхи тоже.  Чарльз Бровьер, удачной тебе сдачи БЖД, товарищ!
ну где-то там был обоснуй типа "лучник-Теон-Грейджой-бастард-Старк-окакклево!". ну мне было жутко влом кое-где сравнивать цвета и долбиться с манипами, поэтому я заюзала кроп и магическое ясамазнаючтонеоченьноведьсойдет.

- My Lord...
- I'm no lord to you!
- But you're Stark...
- As well as Greyjoy and probably some other names combined in one hell of a I-will-break-your-nose-if-you-call-me-one-of-them bastard.
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- Why 've you chosen the North, then? I mean, you're a rogue archer from Iron Islands, isn't it cold to take aims when it's somewhat below zero outside, doesn't your fingers turn numb?
- It's none of you business, but if I was to answer that-- they say 'winter is coming' and going North is one way to greet it before it catches you off-guard.