His mom came into the kitchen, probably heard him rattling around b, Pete thought. "You're up early! What're you doing?" Sara asked. Pete could see...she hadn't slept and had been crying "Got work to do" Pete answered pouring 2 cups and offering one to his Mom "Keep an eye on the time, you don't want to miss the bus." Sara had, years ago, figured out that Pete did his own thing his own way. Sara thought it might be his coping with what happened. Sara thought of Tim again and the tears began. Calling my Soldiers over, I asked them about Battle Slaves. Ora gave me a one word answer. “Fodder.” Jessica’s wasn’t much better. “Meat shields.”I summoned two. Not that if I had the points, I wouldn’t consider a Body Servant ... just that points were too precious right now. Later though... Two human males with paired short swords, leather pants and bronze collars, with a disheveled but clean appearance appeared through a purple rift in space in before me. The only other upper body items they. Father of young Hoster Tully. Nephew of Brynden Tully, the Blackfish. Uncle to Robb Stark, the King in the North. Husband of Roslin Frey. Lord of Riverrun and Lord Paramount of the Riverlands,” Melisandre cited enough knowledge and facts to make her intelligence obvious to all.Edmure smirked as one of his several Frey bastard girls winked playfully at him. He now kept probably ten of these girls as his own, despite earlier plans, due to the simple logistics of trying to satisfy and breed that. I was thirty-nine years old, living with my nineteen year old only son Edward, but I called him Ed. Life was not going really well; I was working hard and so was Ed. He was studying and doing part time jobs to help me. Ed was a good son, he loved me and respected me, but there was one thing that I wished I would never talk about to anyone. “You are still awake?” I asked when I saw Ed entering into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water. “Yes, can’t sleep,” he replied and had some water. I.