Farther on she came upon a feast of corpses. Savagely slaughtered, the feasters lay strewn across overturned chairs and hacked trestle tables, asprawl in pools...
"Valar morghulis," she said once more, and the stranger in Jaqen's clothes bowed to her and stalked off through the darkness, cloak swirling. She was...
"The gods will not be mocked, Girl."
A Clash of Kings Chapter 47- Arya
Jaqen H'ghar interrupts Arya's prayers and dance practice.
I always like to draw...