I saw you drink poison that should have killed you. I saw you give birth to a demon made of shadows
l still keep the finger bones in a bag around my neck to remind me what l was & what l owe to Stannis. For during my many years as a smuggler, l visited many ports, taverns & alleys, & saw many things in this world. But never justice, until Stannis
Safety is never a permanent state of affairs
for my previous crimes as a smuggler, l was to have the fingertips of one hand taken off above the highest joint. Stannis held that l had flouted the laws of the land for years and a good act does not wash out the bad