The maester fingered the chain about his neck. " Solemn oaths were sworn to the Starks of Winterfell, aye. But Winterfell has fallen and House Stark has been extinguished" .
" Dead men do not care what kind of wine they drink" . The master of Adventure fingered his beard. " I am not the first captain you have approached, I think. Nor the tenth" .
Mord fingered his strap thoughtfully, but in the end, he relented and went to fetch paper and ink. When the letter was written, the gaoler frowned at it suspiciously. " Now deliver my message, " Tyrion urged.
The Norrey fingered his beard. " You may put your wildlings in these ruined forts, Lord Snow, but how will you make them stay? What is there to stop them moving south to fairer, warmer lands" ?
" Four is enough" . Ser Aenys Frey fingered the wispy brown beard that sprouted from his weak chin like a rat's tail. " Four on his right hand. He could still hold a sword. A dagger" .