After the brightness of the morning, the interior of the pavilion seemed cool and dim. Stannis seated himself on a plain wooden camp stool and waved Davos to another. One day I may make you a lord, smuggler. If only to irk Celtigar and Florent. You will not thank me, though. It will mean you must suffer through these councils, and feign interest in the braying of mules. Why do you have them, if they serve no purpose?The mules love the sound of their own braying, why else? And I need them to haul my cart.
George R.R. Martin