Trust Is Earned. Like Gold.

A Bear! A Bear! All Black And Brown And Covered In Hair!

Fantasy Is Silver And Scarlet, Indigo And Azure, Obsidian Veined With Gold And Lapis Lazuli.

It Was A Cruel Fate, Yet Not So Cruel As Mago's Will Be. I Promise You That, By The Old Gods And The New, By The Lamb God And The Horse God And Every God That Lives. I Swear By The Mother Of Mountains And The Womb Of The World. Before I Am Done With Them, Mago And Ko Jhaqo Will Plead For The Mercy They Showed Eroeh.

Tyrion: My Gentle Sister Seems To Have Mistaken Me For Ned Stark. Bronn: I Hear He Was Taller. Tyrion: Not After Joff Took Off His Head.

I Thank You For Calling Them Off, Young Ser. I Promise You, They Would Have Found Me Indigestible.