Every year <| sep |> If you don ' t have a reader , check for stored codes turning the key in the ignition 5 times , more instructions here d i a g n o stictroublecodesdtcsSince you have a digital odometer you don ' t need to count blinks , the codes will be displayed there , like this h 4 RhmgJcwAYCodes 12 and 55 are normal , disregard those . <| sep |> Vernon Frey was Master of Whisperers , and he did not mess around with the title he had held for a long time already . When the Red Keep was only an orange dot in the horizon to Ser Gawen and his entourage , the spymaster had already heard news that the Hand ' s son was arriving . Thus he had made the appropriate preparations , set his agents to the gates he might use to enter the city , and see where he went . Beggars , merchants , couriers . ordinary people , who all had the deadly , yet so simple combination , which was the heart of espionage . Eyes , ears and mouths . When the Heir to Highgarden was halfway to the Great Sept , Vernon had already made it to the same area and was there to predict where the man was going , and therefore , entered the Great Sept to wait for the man ' s arrival . He stood there , in the middle of the seven statues , eyeing the Crone with his hands behind his back , pondering . The footsteps he heard from afar , but his keen sight on the statue didn ' t falter . Only when Gawen made it to the same room , breathed the same air , did Vernon turn his gaze towards him . What a coincidence , Ser Gawen Tyrell , he said and smiled mysteriously , in a way that had almost come to be a signature move for him .