Her stick sword whistled out and caught it two feet off the ground, and it went down in a flurry of brown feathers. All this talk is getting very tiresome, sister, the man said. Even now, he did not know if he was doing the honorable thing. Pyp called after him, but Jon paid him no mind.
Arya, are you certain you want to persist in this? She nodded. He held out his hand. It been Jon she had gone to in her fear, and Jon who had reassured her. His auburn hair had grown shaggy and unkempt, and a reddish stubble covered his jaw, making him look older than his fifteen years.
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