Arya lifted her gaze from the dead man and his dead dog. Jaqen H'ghar was leaning up against the side of the Wailing Tower. When he saw her looking, he lifted a hand to his face and laid two fingers casually against his cheek.

“The king eats, they say, and the Hand takes the shit.”

“As she watched him, this tall young man with the new beard and the direwolf pro…”

“The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man…”

“Not all of us can be as bold as Jaime, but there are other ways to win wars.”