(..) Liar. It's no lie. His name was Qotho. He was bloorier to Khal rogo. Take me to Slaver's Bay, put a swor in my han, I'll prove my worth. For my chilren. Money. Lor Baelish. Yes? (..)

(..) An then chop off his cock. We'll sell it for a fortune. A warf's cock has magic powers. Wait! Wait! Wait, wait, wait! You can't just han a ry cock to a merchant an expect him to pay for it. He has to know it came from a warf. An how coul he know (..)