| Tyrion Lannister |
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Please Lady Stark, if you insist on this corse of action, we will surly miss your husband's tournament. I hear he doesn't fight in tournaments, it is a shame. I bet he would be quite good. My brother Jamie is good at tournaments, as I am sure you have heard. Tell you what, you let me go and I will put in a word with Jamie and see if he can't be persuaded to fight as your husband's champion, what do you say? The short man said with a look so sincere it was obvious he wasn't, which only infuriated the already annoyed Lady Stark.
Then it hit them. The Cold. It was an unnateral cold, as if they had all suddenly took a dip in the Shivering Sea.
Lady Stark just greet her teeth and carried on as someone accustomed to harsh climates. The Dwarf was clearly shaken and for a moment at a loss for words. Winter is coming imp, you Lannisters know not the cold, but you will. Mark my words by the Seven you will.