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Game Of | Thrones Season 02 Dthrip

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.

“A DTHrip,” the stranger whispered. “Season Two. The Battle of the Blackwater.” game of thrones season 02 dthrip

Bronn raised an eyebrow. “You’re mad.” The tavern in Lannisport was quiet for once,

Bronn ripped the stone away. His hands were shaking. sat in the corner

Then came the voice. Not Tyrion’s. A flat, bored voiceover in a strange accent: “And then the Hound—sorry, Sandor—just loses it, total panic mode. Epic fail.”

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.

“A DTHrip,” the stranger whispered. “Season Two. The Battle of the Blackwater.”

Bronn raised an eyebrow. “You’re mad.”

Bronn ripped the stone away. His hands were shaking.

Then came the voice. Not Tyrion’s. A flat, bored voiceover in a strange accent: “And then the Hound—sorry, Sandor—just loses it, total panic mode. Epic fail.”