Arya grinned, knowing the woman was hooked. Love potions always convinced them. Women could be so silly, some times. "All sorts," she said proudly, dropping her brush and walking around the cauldron. "What sort do you need? I made most of them, under Master Hannibal's watch."
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Date: 2011-09-22 12:39 am (UTC)