"Hedge knights gather like flies drawn to dung." He looks you up and down. "He'll return to that familiar stink, if he hasn't already."
Ser Myles barges into the room. "I demand you hand Ser Qarl Wode over to me immediately!" he declares. Ser Hugo grimaces, "He wouldn't wait outside."
You little arse. Come into my holdings and swing your name around? Get out of my sight.
Ser Qarl is a name I haven't heard in a long time. Why ask me?
I suggest you look for him elsewhere, Ser Myles. I haven't seen him in years.
When you drain the bitterness from them, perhaps I will consider your words.
"Hedge knights who can't afford whores take what they want when they want. Sometimes from [Your Great House] women." He sneers, "I'm sure you remember."
What sort of crimes? The man was no septon, but he was hardly a bandit.