"And for someone of my stature, defeating one of the Hill's Tribemen with nothing more than an axe was almost going to be the end of me. But you see, I was able to use my brain as my blade and offered to get them better weapons than the crude ones they normally use. Convincing my father to agree to their terms was not exactly easy, but in the end I prevailed."

Tyrion knows he might be muddling up some of the details of those events. Those events that seem like they took place so very long ago, and now with another chapter of his life coming to an end and another one dawning on the near horizon as the armada of ships was nearing the Stormlands.

He nods his head about the moist little cakes being delicious. How he misses real food. "I've been eating dry biscuits for the past few days, so anything that isn't them is the shit."