6.When the door closed, Tyrion Lannister pulled himself up into the chair, sharpened a quill, and pulled a blank parchment. Who will speak for me? He dipped his quill in the inkpot.
7." Ron, " said Hermione in a dignified voice, dipping the point of her quill into her inkpot, " you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet."
8." Lord Tyrion, with me" . Inkpots held the tent flap to let him waddle through. " I will have Snatch take you to the wagons. Get your woman and meet him by the cook tent" .
9." Suck whatever you like" . Inkpots turned the book around and dusted the page with a bit of fine sand. " For most of us, the signature suffices, but I would hate to disappoint a new brother-in-arms. Welcome to the Second Sons, Lord Tyrion" .
10.A red tablecloth was put on a table in the sitting room, and all sorts of objects were spread out: a needle and thread, a saucepan, a teapot, a paint-brush, an inkpot, a knife, a book of verses, a book of stories, a flexible fencing-foil, a piece of printed silk.