The Westerosi woman is pleased with them,
but speaks no praise to keep the price down.
She wishes to know how they are trained.
Tell her what she would know and be quick about it.
The day is hot.
The knight says even brave men fear death.
Tell the old man he smells of piss.
Truly, Master?
No, not truly.
Are you a girl or a goat to ask such a thing?
Tell this ignorant whore of a Westerner
to open her eyes and watch.
She's worried about their nipples?
Does the dumb bitch know we've cut off their balls?
Here, I'm done with you.
This one is pleased to have served you.
She is offended.
She asks if you pay a silver coin to the mother,
for her dead baby.
What a soft mewling fool this one is.
Tell the Westerosi whore she has until tomorrow.