[Video]

[tallasaking]

[Tyrion is, not surprisingly, at the Malum. What might be surprising is that he is absolutely drunk off his small-man arse. He looks blearily into the video camera, and states in a Very Slurred Tone.]

The Lords of Atroma can suck my gigantic cock.

[He paused, then added darkly.]

And for whomever who cares about these things, and why bother? Lady Sansa Stark has left us once more. I have no idea who she shall come back as - perhaps as a little girl or the Queen of the North. Either way ... she will not be the Sansa I knew.

[He took another long, Long drink off the glass of wine in front of him, before sighing.]

...Don't bother hunting me down - I am at the Malum. I plan on keeping my normal habits of ...what is the word, depressing thoughts until I pass out here on my stool.

[He waves at the camera.] Tah, Fleeters. Until I regain consciousness once more.

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[bryces_pup]

[Riona squeezes his hand back, almost a little too tightly.]

I hope you're prepared to be here quite awhile, if that happens.

[But suddenly she forces out a laugh, giving his hand another squeeze.]

Oh listen to me. I'm supposed to be commiserating and cheering you up, not making things worse. Or at the very least, find a way to distract you.