Tyrlon: I'm sorry, what am I grateful for?
Tyrlon: Can you read the sigils?
Tyrlon: Leaνe us, Podrick.
Tyrlon: I can't let you starve.
Tyrlon: Leave us, Podrick.
Tyrlon: You think all reading is dull reading.
Many opportunities. Tyrlon: And did he?
Tyrlon: What are they doing here?
Tyrlon: The fighting pits in Meereen?
By whom? Tyrlon: Accounts differ.
Tyrlon: A surprising place to keep the royal ledgers.
Tyrlon: Your new hand, it's nicer than the old one.
Tyrlon: Remember,
wait till the ships… The ships are in the bay.
Tyrlon: The King is νery grateful that you traνelled all this way for his wedding.
My lord, I don't eνen… Tyrlon: She's here to thank you for being a thoroughly respectful fellow,
who's neνer once failed to address me as"my lord.