Randyll Tarly was a respectable warrior, and the soldiers he brought with them had not taken a single step back in the face of the dragon's terrifying flames.
In stark contrast, Jacelyn Bulwer, who fancied himself a descendant of the Defiance, had chosen to run away the very moment the battle began. Faced with the dragon's flames, its powerful physique, and its sharp claws and teeth, he was nearly frightened out of his wits.
These lordlings, who lived in the reflected glory of Oldtown, had witnessed firsthand what hell looked like. Hiding behind like cowards, they watched helplessly as the dragon slaughtered every last man of the Tarly forces.
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