The Hound and Arya are traveling towards the Twins in a wagon with salt pork, stolen from a farmer.
Ser Donnel Haigh: HALT! Who goes there?
The Hound: Uhh... a farmer with some salt pork for the wedding. A gift from Lady Whent.
Donnel: Why are you hiding your face under that hood?
Hound: What? Hiding it? No. Of course not. It's just that I'm a poor person, and I know how rich people hate having to look at poor people.
Donnel: Yes. Good point. You know your place, you fucking peasant! Go on and deliver your salt pork.
Donnel waves him through.
Hound: Fucking idiot. You know I've actually fought in tournaments against him before. But of course he doesn't recognize me. Fucking knights. See what I mean about them?
Arya: Whatever. I'm just getting EXCITED! I'm so close to being reunited with my mom after all this time! Although... you know... I also have been having some crazy nightmares recently too.
Hound: Odd that you mention that.
Arya: I wonder if my mom or brother will even recognize me. It's been so long since I've seen them. And you made me cut my hair short again so everyone things I'm a boy. Hey! Why are we in disguise anyway?
Hound: I'm trying to get my ransom for you. I don't want anyone to recognize you or me and snatch us before I can get that sweet money. I don't trust anyone here. I want to personally hand you over to King Robb myself.
And so they continue to head to the Twins, and as they go by, Arya sees a bunch of flags of the Boltons.
Arya: That Bolton guy was a super crazy murderer. I escaped from him. I wonder if he'll recognize me as his cup girl. Or if he'll think I was responsible for murdering those guards of his. Which I was. Geez, I hope not. Well, at least my brother and mom will be here to protect me.
Bolton Guard: Hey! What are you two doing?
Hound: Delivering food to the wedding.
Bolton Guard: Fuck that. The wedding is half over, you late-ass bitches. And they have plenty to eat already. You need to go over there and give it to the troops encamped outside.
Hound: Whatever.
So he heads towards the camp, which is still in the right direction. As they get closer, they hear singing and dancing. They are now with all the troops waiting outside.
Drunk Guy: Here's to the Young Wolf and Queen Jeyne! Huzzah!
Ayra: Who the hell is Jeyne?
Then she sees some drunk, celebrating soliders who are definately northerners.
Arya: Look! Karstarks and Umbers! Maybe you should deliver me to them! They can hand me over to my mom and you'll get your reward.
Hound: No. Fuck those guys with a hot poker up the asshole. Like I said, I'm going to deliver you right to your brother.
Ser Donnel Haigh: HALT! Who goes there?
The Hound: Uhh... a farmer with some salt pork for the wedding. A gift from Lady Whent.
Donnel: Why are you hiding your face under that hood?
Hound: What? Hiding it? No. Of course not. It's just that I'm a poor person, and I know how rich people hate having to look at poor people.
Donnel: Yes. Good point. You know your place, you fucking peasant! Go on and deliver your salt pork.
Donnel waves him through.
Hound: Fucking idiot. You know I've actually fought in tournaments against him before. But of course he doesn't recognize me. Fucking knights. See what I mean about them?
Arya: Whatever. I'm just getting EXCITED! I'm so close to being reunited with my mom after all this time! Although... you know... I also have been having some crazy nightmares recently too.
Hound: Odd that you mention that.
Arya: I wonder if my mom or brother will even recognize me. It's been so long since I've seen them. And you made me cut my hair short again so everyone things I'm a boy. Hey! Why are we in disguise anyway?
Hound: I'm trying to get my ransom for you. I don't want anyone to recognize you or me and snatch us before I can get that sweet money. I don't trust anyone here. I want to personally hand you over to King Robb myself.
And so they continue to head to the Twins, and as they go by, Arya sees a bunch of flags of the Boltons.
Arya: That Bolton guy was a super crazy murderer. I escaped from him. I wonder if he'll recognize me as his cup girl. Or if he'll think I was responsible for murdering those guards of his. Which I was. Geez, I hope not. Well, at least my brother and mom will be here to protect me.
Bolton Guard: Hey! What are you two doing?
Hound: Delivering food to the wedding.
Bolton Guard: Fuck that. The wedding is half over, you late-ass bitches. And they have plenty to eat already. You need to go over there and give it to the troops encamped outside.
Hound: Whatever.
So he heads towards the camp, which is still in the right direction. As they get closer, they hear singing and dancing. They are now with all the troops waiting outside.
Drunk Guy: Here's to the Young Wolf and Queen Jeyne! Huzzah!
Ayra: Who the hell is Jeyne?
Then she sees some drunk, celebrating soliders who are definately northerners.
Arya: Look! Karstarks and Umbers! Maybe you should deliver me to them! They can hand me over to my mom and you'll get your reward.
Hound: No. Fuck those guys with a hot poker up the asshole. Like I said, I'm going to deliver you right to your brother.
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