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Best to find the whoring bastard. He was your ward after all, as much as you regularly wanted to stick the pig fucker through the neck with your blade more often than talk to him.

There were two options. The likeliest was he'd rode ahead to Winter Town, the outlying village lying just outside Winterfell's walls - the 'quality' of their whore house was second to none in the North, and likely riddled with the dirtiest sluts North of The Neck. The second, and least likely, was that the cunt himself was actually hunting. Game in the North was difficult to track, difficult to kill, but, and Jaime had to admit, otherwordly delicious.