Gendry: This is castle-forged steel. Where’d you steal it?
Arya: It was a gift.
Gendry: It don’t matter now. Where we’re going, they don’t care what you’ve done. They’ve got rapers, pickpockets, highwaymen, murderers.
Arya: Which are you?
Gendry: Armorer’s apprentice. But my master got sick of me, so here I am.
Monday, 20 of June, 2011
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