[That makes his expression shift from sympathy to curious disbelief.]

Really?

[He scoffs — Who, me? Are you sure? — and takes a drink of the ale, which is near the end of the bottle now.]

I’ll try not to disappoint you.

But there’s no saying there’s a limit on luck, good or bad. Three impossible things have happened to me in the last year. My sister coming to me at Castle Black was the least unlikely.