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> The Federal Bank of Westeros,

> I do not know exactly what my aunt has invested in, but I am glad to see House Tarly is getting a large sum of money. We would like to withdraw the money immediately and will consider reinvesting more in the future.

> With regards,

> Lord Martin II of Horn Hill, and Marshall of the Westmarch

Boros nodded in approval. Moved in for a third cut. "Only right" he grunted. "Any northman sees him like this they'll know just where he came from. Heard they cut down deserters on sight up there. One of the only things they get right I'd say. My grandfather's at the wall still too. Keep an eye on this shit."

Another cut. Slowly a shape was forming. Rough but with a certain artistry. Blood dripped down Robar's chin and smeared against the side of his hand as he added another line. A crow.

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Lord Vance,

I do find this agreeable, and would be more than happy to provide the men and resources needed. Just point out the location to me and I'll send my vassal, Ser Jaryd Lofte, to oversee construction. The Black Ram of Lofte shall fly proudly on it's way to the building site! He'll be the captain of the fortress should I be the one designating the garrison.

Best wishes,

Lord Osbert Whiterush.

I don't judge by age, and it is my solemn duty

To travel the land singing songs and getting booty.

While the land may all talk about wanting a maiden fair,

I'd prefer a night with someone skilled down there.

I do this not because I have some desperate need

Like all I just enjoy the feel of a wench and some mead

Now I recognize real talent when it is due,

Sadly there is none of that leaking from your spew.

I'm loathe to insult a singer or real skill

Which I'd think at this point you'd start to have your fill.

I am the golden god

You sod

And I run the poetry this place

Mocking your disgrace

Watching the sentences stumble out your face

So while you keep trying to run with the big dog

Send your fair sister over to take a ride on my cog