Tyrion looked quite terrible. His eyes were bloodshot, his face was puffy and had begun to take on the red hue of those who overindulged in wine. His skin looked as dry as an old roll of parchment, and the dwarf had begun to put on some weight. It was of little wonder, though. In the last half a year, Tywin Lannister's son had drunk enough wine for half a dozen men daily without fail.