~You underestimate how much I have...how did the Barmaid say it of that bucktoothed vermin...'ran my mouth'. But I will be mindful.~
A hand, light, on Helena's head. ~My poet...there is another friend I have made. I wish to ask your kindness upon him. Not your intercession but merely your great patience. He calls himself Yufei, and he is much as the Wildling, only more so. The manners of society are not upon him. I say this because I think his directness may be startling to you, but I do not think he is a thing like me.~
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A hand, light, on Helena's head. ~My poet...there is another friend I have made. I wish to ask your kindness upon him. Not your intercession but merely your great patience. He calls himself Yufei, and he is much as the Wildling, only more so. The manners of society are not upon him. I say this because I think his directness may be startling to you, but I do not think he is a thing like me.~