Bronn raised an eyebrow. “You’re mad.”
The vision shuddered to life.
The Ragged Scream
The tavern in Lannisport was quiet for once, save for the crackle of the hearth. Tyrion’s man, Bronn, sat in the corner, nursing a sour ale. A hooded figure slid a leather pouch across the oak table. game of thrones season 02 dthrip