The queen invited us both. Tywin Lannister rose to his feet as Ser Addam Marbrand leapt down off his courser. Wispy strands of white hair fringed the broad bald dome of his forehead above a kindly face. Where will I find my lord father? He has taken the inn at the crossroads for his quarters.
When the distant cheers had faded to silence and the yard was empty at last, Winterfell seemed deserted and dead. He dropped his visor and slid out his sword. Bran looked down. The three in the grey cloaks were strangers.
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