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Surprised me, too, how they know things—more’n most maesters. Lysa told me once bout a client, some merchant, who’d blab state secrets mid-rut. She’d laugh, “I drink and I know things,” mimickin’ me—cheeky wench! Reckon prostitutes hear more truth than septons, just with less preachin’. Ever hear that story bout the Red Keep girl who blackmailed a councilor? True as me beard—used his own pillow-talk against him. Clever, that.

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I finally make it to the local café, Café Aftur, right? I order a cinnamon roll, and it’s HUGE! Like, bigger than my face. I’m stoked. But then, I spill coffee all over my sketchbook. Ugh! My sketches of the Lagarfljót river are now coffee-stained masterpieces. I’m both mad and kinda impressed.

Direct flights between London and the magnificent Eastfjords begin next spring