Lord Lefford, the sour bird who had charge of their stores and supplies, leaned forward. "I hope your savages do not share your reluctance, else we've wasted our good steel on them."
My savages will put your steel to excellent use, my lord, Tyrion replied. When he had told Lefford he needed arms and armor to equip the three hundred men Ulf had fetched down out of the foothills, you would have thought he'd asked the man to turn his virgin daughters over to their pleasure.
Lord Lefford frowned. "I saw that great hairy one today, the one who insisted that he must have two battle-axes, the heavy black steel ones with twin crescent blades."
Shagga likes to kill with either hand, Tyrion said as a trencher of steaming pork was laid in front of him.
He still had that wood-axe of his strapped to his back.
Shagga is of the opinion that three axes are even better than two. Tyrion reached a thumb and forefinger into the salt dish, and sprinkled a healthy pinch over his meat.
Sir Kevan leaned forward. "We had a thought to put you and your wildlings in the vanguard when we come to battle."
Sir Kevan seldom "had a thought" that Lord Tywin had not had first.