The Red God takes what is his, lovely girl. And only death may pay for life. You saved me and the two I was with. You stole three deaths from the Red Gid. We have to give them back. Speak three names and the man will do the rest. Three lives I will give you—no more, no less, and we're done.
~Jaquen H'ghar
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Realizing how far her thoughts had spiraled, heat crawled up her face in embarrassment and her face turned impassive the next second. "If you have no… name, then how are you referred?"
The woman barely glanced at her shadow. "You don't refer to the dead like the living and definitely not the poor as the rich," She said. "Isn't that what humans are accustomed to?"
She pronounced the word 'humans' like it was a disease, a sour taste in her tongue, and Ravenna almost shivered at the irritation.
Dead? "Then what are you?" She asked rather.
The woman seemed to contemplate her next words but Ravenna was far from believing it. "Ask what you want to ask, Princess,"
