don’t die so far from the sea.
One blast for rangers returning, two blasts for wildlings marching on the wall, three blasts for white walkers.
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“Jaime,” she said, tugging on his ear, “sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Joanna’s breast. You smile like Gerion and fight like Tyg, and there’s some of Kevan in you, else you would not wear that cloak … but Tyrion is Tywin’s son, not you. I said so once to your father’s face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years.”
- The Rains of Castamere
Game Of Thrones: Season 2
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