“What’s this?” Bronn asked.
“A DTHrip,” the stranger whispered. “Season Two. The Battle of the Blackwater.” game of thrones season 02 dthrip
Bronn ripped the stone away. His hands were shaking. “What’s this
The tavern in Lannisport was quiet for once, save for the crackle of the hearth. Tyrion’s man, Bronn, sat in the corner, nursing a sour ale. A hooded figure slid a leather pouch across the oak table. “What’s this?” Bronn asked. “A DTHrip
The next morning, he found the hooded stranger again. “Tell your masters,” Bronn said, “that if anyone brings another one of those foul things into Westeros, I’ll shove it so far up their arse they’ll see the Red Wedding in 144p.”