The Kind Man: You may stay here as long as you wish, but in order to do that you must serve. It is not an easy task, you must give up everything that makes you an individual, your very self to the Many Faced Gods. Your habits, your memories, your dreams, your heart, your soul, your very face to satisfy our quasi-totalitarian religious cults membership conditions. Then you must spend your entire life killing people without really knowing why, just because we say so.
Ayra: Sod this I'm finding another inn!
The Red Keep, A Game of Thrones
Cynical Lord: See, there goes Lord Stark, Hand of the King.
Naive Lord: The Queenslayer?
Cynical Lord: Silence, he might hear you! Say what you will, whatever his methods, he has held the realm together for decades with an iron fist, ever since that night at the Red Keep when he and Renly butchered the Lannisters in their beds. He has spies everywhere, so watch your tongue.
Naive Lord: But he is a monster, ever since his rule began life has become unbearable!
Cynical Lord: True, Lord Stark has no time for tourneys or extravagances, but he is doing what is necessary. Robert beggared the realm. And he always carries out his own executions, remember that.
Sentimental Lady: Oh but he's quite lovely really.
Cynical Lord: Don't be ridiculous, dear.
The Westerlands, A Storm of Swords
Robb: This is a raid, nobody move!
Jayne: Oh hey handsome.
Robb: I said nobody move! Now give us all your money and some hostages.
Jayne: Sure you don't want too....
Robb: I've already got a political marriage lined up, sorry sweetchecks. Besides, my wolf hates your family.
Slavers Bay, A Storm of Swords
Dany: Okay, that's all three cities neutralised, time to head to Westeros!
Iron Islands, A Clash of Kings
Theon: Here I have a letter from Robb Stark granting us independence!
Edited by Maponus, 29 December 2011 - 10:19 AM.