I ' m having a marathon with my mother tomorrow . It ' s almost 2 am here and knowing it ' s up on Netflix is killing me . My mother and I watched the show religiously when it first aired , even taping it on vhs when we knew we would miss an episode . We have been watching reruns for weeks . I ' m so excited I can barely sleep ! Can ' t wait to discuss everything in this sub . <| sep |> The somewhat pleasant sounds of birds was suddenly replaced with a sound that Harren could only describe as odious . The light mumbling of his son Aerion at his side indicated to him that this would require his attention , and with the swiftness of an old man who cared not , Harren turned around and stepped towards Smudge . Harren took another step forward and began to peel off his gloves one by one , slipping them into one of the deeper pockets on his tunic . Nightfall hang loosely in its sheath at Harren ' s waist and was uncharacteristically not drawn , unlike Aerion who was standing behind him and was pulling the dagger from his waist slowly , inch by inch . Harren took another few steps and spread his arms wide in an almost inviting manner . It was after all , one of his first experiences with the fauxballed men of King ' s Landing . Who would he be to refuse such a gesture ? Harren ' s spread arms fell to his waist after quickly pulling aside the cloth that covered his face . That too , went into a pocket . The Captain tried to decipher what this apparently inbred man had tried to utter . Harren supposed he couldn ' t blame too much of that on him , he was clearly a result of a sisterfucker . Amused at the thought of this man testing him , Harren took a quick step forward , kicking up some dirt along the way and ending up only a foot or two away from the man . Pay ? Harren croaked , his hand now fell to the hilt of Nightfall and he teased the blade with earnest . What came next was Harren ' s version of a laugh , a hollow creaking sound from his throat which might be better described as a deathly sneeze . Harren reached out with his free hand , outreaching it a few inches away from Smudge ' s chest . No . Harren said , taking care to spit on the man as he spoke . Not your type anyways . The Iron Price ? Yes . Harren continued . Are you aware of that concept you dog ? Harren ' s voice was menacing and low and if Smudge was watching his eyes he would see them unblinking . I ' ll illustrate it for you . Harren said , pushing a fat finger into the man ' s chest . Give me your sword , give me your clothes and give me your gold . Else try to strike me , then you can tell me which taste better , blood or your own teeth . Don ' t worry though , I ' ll spare your arse . That is for the boy . Harren said with a shrug to his bastard standing behind them .