No , I speak like there are demographic differences between PC gamers and console gamers , which is true . <| sep |> Why so much <| sep |> Yes , there seems to be no real middle ground . <| sep |> What ' s wrong with how our leagues are run ? <| sep |> Mind linking some examples of such laptop ? <| sep |> This is a fucking terrible idea . <| sep |> The only weapon that armor is going to stop is the pork sword <| sep |> Aikman has the look of a guy who ' s had his bell rung a few times . <| sep |> Grab it right in the pussy . <| sep |> Bells tolled from the seven towers of the Great Sept , and Gawen looked up after he dismounted , at the statue of Baelor the Blessed , immortalized in stone . He watched as birds took flight , dotting the light filled sky . Only when they were gone did the heir of Highgarden enter the Great Sept , but not before removing his weapons . Immediately he noted the hush inside , so quiet compared to the city beyond its succor . Around him , many prayed , and he could hear the whispering , echoing , but it seemed a part of the holy place ' s atmosphere . He did not get far when he heard a voice address him directly . It gave him pause , the musical quality of the man ' s voice , but he turned to find the smiling Master of Whisperers , a man whose face and name he recalled from his visit a few years earlier . The smile itself was chilling , causing goosebumps to rise along his skin . Lord Vernon Frey , Gawen said , looking genuinely surprised , though he did seem to wonder about something . Unlike the father , the son offered a smile and a bow of his head in respect as he approached . I admit , I did not think I would see you here my father has a reputation of keeping people busy . He glanced at their immediate surroundings before settling beside the Master of Whisperers . He looked up in front of them , at the Crone and her lantern . Wisdom ? Was that what he sought ? His expression became pensive , as again he pondered something .