Just how good a friend is this steward to you?
The details, Mr. Seaworth. At Dragonstone, the Lord of Light still resides in the details.
Moments earlier: “Mormont! Kill these Dothraki moolies!”
Man, Lannister gold ain’t got no owners. Only spenders.
Westeros and Essos should settle their differences with a pickup basketball game.
Littlefinger/Carcetti seems a little too obvious.
Aemon got tired of the game and became a deacon.