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All this talk about biting your flayed fingers off... poor Lady Hornwood, I guess she wasn't just hungry :wideeyed:.

[quote name='Sansa' date='AGoT']Frog-faced Lord Slynt sat at the end of the council table wearing a black velvet doublet and a shiny cloth-of-gold cape, nodding with approval every time the king pronounced a sentence. Sansa stared hard at his ugly face, remembering how he had thrown down her father for Ser Ilyn to behead, wishing she could hurt him, wishing that some hero would throw him down and cut off his head. But a voice inside her whispered, There are no heroes [...][/quote] Someone send a raven to the Vale, please - the hero Sansa wished for is her own 'bastard brother' :thumbsup:.