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| - "Groat, do you think it wise to send my minstrel cousin to the king's side?"
- Groat watches Kirth act out his crude song. "Bards blend into the shadows, my [lady/lord]. Kirth could spy on the inner workings of the royal court."
- Ser Hugo eyes Kirth, who sings a bawdy song. "King Robert rides for Winterfell," Flint says. "Your cousin's company would remind him of your loyalty."
- "Join the royal traveling party, and prove your commitment to our reforged friendship."
- Kirth breaks a string on his lyre. "Very well," he says. "I'll suffer the revelry of the king's grand processional. But only for you, dear cousin."
- "What do you say to joining the king's traveling party, Kirth?"
- "Kirth, rally with the king on the road to Winterfell. Report any news back to me."
- "Cousin Kirth, ride forth and serve our king with respect befitting his crown."
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