Not a single house on the streets leading out from this square has been left untouched-- the windows shuttled, the doors blown out, the balconies pockmarked with gunfire.
" What, then" ? demanded Ser Jared Frey, who was lean, balding, and pockmarked. " Is Edmure Tully so drunk on his victory that he thinks to give Lord Tywin battle in the open field" ?