Character: Berik Of Dondarrion

We need to know what staraemsja. I staraus for any men and women whom you barely know.
- So what you staraeshsya?
- For life. Death is my enemy. The first enemy and the last.

- How are you?
- I attacked a dead bear!
- Yes, exactly.
- ... life is a funny thing.

- I hit him in the belly.
- No.
- At least a hand cut off?

Even brave men sometimes pretend to be blind, fearing to see something.

Is it possible to think about the fact that I barely remember? Once I had a lock on the Stamps and the woman I promised to marry, but now I wouldn't be able to find your castle or to say what this woman's hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What was my favorite dish? Everything pales. Sometimes I think that I was born on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in his mouth and a hole in his chest. And that my mother is you, Taurus.