"Let's find something to fill our stomachs. I'm so hungry I could eat a cow..."
As he spoke, Tyrion suddenly halted and turned to Bronn. "Where's my purse?"
Ser Bronn grinned from ear to ear and gave an elegant bow. "Have you forgotten? You have already hired me, a brave and fearless sellsword."
Tyrion stared blankly at Bronn for a moment before letting out a cry of agony.
At the sight, Ser Bronn could barely conceal his glee. "My thanks once again, generous my lord."
"Oh—I'll quit drinking. Let the Seven bear witness."
Tyrion felt around in his pockets. His only consolation was... that he still had a few Gold Dragons left.
He rubbed his face and set his short legs in motion. "By the way, you said you saw Pod, didn't you?"
[Podrick Payne, fourteen years old, Tyrion's former squire]
Walking cheerfully beside Tyrion, Ser Bronn nodded. "That's right. He's an auxiliary in the royal army, responsible for caring for the horses. These days, he's a very popular stableboy in Winterfell."
Tyrion's steps slowed for a moment. Pod was alive after all. Thank King Gryn for his mercy!
The good news eased some of Tyrion's pain over losing his Gold Dragons. "Oh, let's go see the boy."
After taking a few steps, he suddenly added, "You said Pod was very popular?"
"I heard..."
Ser Bronn shrugged. "...the whores of Winterfell wait eagerly for his visits every day. He doesn't have to spend a single copper to eat or sleep there."
"Free?!"
Tyrion howled in anguish again. "Why are they so generous? Why?!"
His expression turned utterly grave. "There is definitely a conspiracy here. Come, pick up the pace. We need to thoroughly 'question' Pod. We must know every detail!"
Ser Bronn nodded in agreement. "Yes, wise my lord. We