#beheading mention

Poland: I watched Lithuania behead a guy and slam that head into the mud. He yelled like a madman. I loved it.

“Ah maester - I’ve always hated those kniving swines,” he spits with the full colour of his distaste. “I would sooner cut his head than bring him trial. It matters not if he had killed my uncle. A fat bastard swindling money from the needy with his tampered medicine cannot be let loose any longer.” He puts his cup down and waves a quick hand - his aid’s ear ready to receive an order Robert whispers lightly. “We will deal with the maester. What concerns me,” he shifts upon his chair to draw closer, “are the writing and leather book uncle Rickard kept. They were in his luggage, and I cannot find them anymore. I know he brought them here south because he showed them to me.”