Joe Dempsie credited as playing...
Gendry
- Arya Stark: I'm not listening!
- Gendry: But just explain it to me. He offered to have any three people you wanted dead. All you had to do was give him the names. Anyone. You could have picked King Joffrey.
- Arya Stark: Shut up!
- Gendry: You could have picked Tywin Lannister.
- Arya Stark: Jaqen got us out of Harrenhal. So why are you complaining?
- Gendry: Because you could have ended the war!
- Arya Stark: Where are we going?
- Gendry: North.
- Arya Stark: If we were going north, we should have come to the red fork river by now.
- Hot Pie: Maybe we already passed it.
- Arya Stark: It's a hundred feet wide. How could we have passed it?
- [Thoros is drunkenly telling the outlaws a story while Arya and her friends eat]
- Thoros of Myr: Never liked the skinny ones. Like drinking from a puddle. Not that I'm averse to drinking from a puddle every now and again, you understand.
- [Thoros tries to pour a cup for Arya]
- Arya Stark: I don't drink ale.
- Thoros of Myr: There's no story so good, a drink won't make it better.
- Outlaws: Yeah!
- Thoros of Myr: You see? They've all suffered through my bouts of sobriety, it's very tedious for all concerned. Now, how did three children...
- Arya Stark: We're not children.
- Thoros of Myr: How did three young persons such as yourselves, untrained in the art of war, escape from Harrenhal?
- Arya Stark: Gendry's a smith. He was apprenticed in the armory.
- Thoros of Myr: A smith, eh?
- [Gendry nods]
- Thoros of Myr: Where'd you train?
- [Gendry and Arya exchange a look]
- Gendry: King's Landing. Tobho Mott's shop.
- Thoros of Myr: That criminal! He charges twice as much as every other armorer in the city.
- Gendry: That's because he's twice as good.
- Thoros of Myr: A-ha! A smith AND a salesman.
- Arya Stark: Gendry stole us weapons.
- Thoros of Myr: Ah. Fought your way out of Harrenhal, I see.
- Arya Stark: He knows how to use a sword, and so do I.
- [the outlaws laugh]
- Arya Stark: My brothers taught me.
- [the outlaws laugh again. Arya stands up, draws her sword, and points it at Thoros' chest]
- Outlaws: Ooooh!
- [Thoros looks at Arya for a moment, then suddenly stands up, draws his own sword, and disarms her in one smooth motion. He grabs a drink off a nearby table and raises it]
- Thoros of Myr: To your brothers!
- [the outlaws cheer]