He was pretty much alone in the world now, and attendance at his funeral would be mostly held down to the people he had worked with and that old renegade Masterton, who would at least drink to him.
" Is that the game we are playing" ? Tyrion rubbed at his scarred nose. He had nothing to lose by telling Oberyn the truth. " There was a bear at Harrenhal, and it did kill Ser Amory Lorch" .