( West of here, down the hill, closer to the treeline. A scowl flashes across his face as his mind flashes quickly to Aloy's homestead, of the rush of dozens of boars trying to trample the place down. Threatening to gore them. The blood, the carnage. Could be that Claire is a witch like Wanda, and she can handle herself, but he's seen no such indications of that yet. Dumb fucking woman's going to get herself killed.
He says nothing.
Brings the axe down, effortlessly splitting a log in twain before he answers. )
Parts.
( He grunts, noncommittal, and for a moment it may seem like that's all she's likely to get. )
Cities are bigger. King's Landing's five hundred thousand strong. The villages, the holdfasts... some of them are similar.
no subject
He says nothing.
Brings the axe down, effortlessly splitting a log in twain before he answers. )
Parts.
( He grunts, noncommittal, and for a moment it may seem like that's all she's likely to get. )
Cities are bigger. King's Landing's five hundred thousand strong. The villages, the holdfasts... some of them are similar.