|White Walker Story Arc|
|Old Nan tells of the Long Night||Jon and Benjen talk on the Wall||Benjen digs into Tyrion||Maester Aemon asks Tyrion for help||Coming Soon!|
Yoren and Tyrion getting drunk on wine in a the mess hall of Castle Black.
Yoren: A bear’s balls.
Tyrion Lannister: You’re joking?
Yoren: And his brains and his guts, his lungs and his heart all fried in his own fat. When you’re a hundred miles north of the Wall and you ate your last meal a week ago, you leave nothing for the wolves.
Tyrion Lannister: And how do a bear’s balls taste?
Yoren: A bit chewy. And what about you, my Lord? What’s the strangest thing you’ve eaten?
Tyrion Lannister: Do Dornish girls count? So you roam the Seven Kingdoms, collaring pickpockets and horse thieves and bringing them here as eager recruits?
Yoren: But it’s not all of ’em’s done bad things. Some of ’em’s just poor lads looking for steady feed. Some of ’em’s high-born lads looking for glory.
Tyrion Lannister: They have a better chance finding feed than glory.
Benjen Stark: The Night’s Watch is a joke to you, is it? Is that what we are, Lannister? An army of jesters in black?
Tyrion Lannister: You don’t have enough men to be an army and aside from Yoren here, none of you are particularly funny.
Benjen Stark: I hope we’ve provided you with some good stories to tell when you’re back in King’s Landing. But something to think about while you’re drinking your wine down there, enjoying your brothels… Half the boys you’ve seen training will die north of the Wall. Might be a wilding’s axe that gets them, might be sickness, might just be the cold. They die in pain. And they do it so plump little lords like you can enjoy their summer afternoons in peace and comfort.
Tyrion Lannister: Do you think I’m plump? Listen, Benjen… May I call you Benjen?
Benjen Stark: Call me what you like.
Tyrion Lannister: I’m not sure what I’ve done to offend you. I have great admiration for the Night’s Watch. I’ve great admiration for you as First Ranger.
Benjen Stark: You know, my brother once told me that nothing someone says before the word “but” really counts.
Tyrion Lannister: But… I don’t believe that giants and ghouls and White Walkers are lurking beyond the Wall. I believe that the only difference between us and the wildlings is that when the Wall went up, our ancestors happened to live on the right side of it.
Benjen Stark: You’re right. The wildlings are no different from us. A little rougher maybe. But they’re made of meat and bone. I know how to track them and I know how to kill them. It’s not the wildlings giving me sleepless nights. You’ve never been north of the Wall, so don’t tell me what’s out there.
Yoren: Are you going below? Keep well, keep warm.
Benjen Stark: Enjoy the capital, brother.
Yoren: I always do.
Tyrion Lannister: I think he’s starting to like me. “Going below”?
Yoren: Into the tunnel and out the other side. He’ll be north of the Wall for a month or two.
Tyrion Lannister: So you’re heading down to King’s Landing too.
Yoren: Day after tomorrow. I get about half of my recruits from their dungeons.
Tyrion Lannister: Let’s share the road. I could use some decent company.
Yoren: I travel a bit on the grubby side, my Lord.
Tyrion Lannister: Not this time. We’ll be staying at the finest castles and inns. No one turns away a Lannister.