I'm crying to him for help.

"Perhaps he's a little assistant," Hot Pie put in. His mom had been a pastry specialist before she kicked the bucket, and he'd pushed her truck through the roads day in and day out,yelling "Hot pies! Hot pies!" "Some lordy master's little assistant kid, that is." "He ain't no assistant. Check him out. I bet that is not so much as a genuine sword. I bet it's simply some play sword made of tin. " Arya loathed them, ridiculing Needle. "It's palace-fashioned steel, youdumb," she snapped, turning in the seat to scowl at them, "and you better quiet down." The vagrant young man hooted. "Where'd you get an edge like that,Lumpyface?" Hot Pie needed to be aware. "Lumpyhead," added Lommy. "He probably took it." "I didn't!" she yelled. Jon Snow had given her a needle. Perhaps she needed to allow them to call her Lumpyhead, yet she won't allow them to call Jon a cheat. "In the event that he took it, we could take it off him," said Hot Pie. "It's not hisat at any rate. I could utilize a blade like that. Lommy egged him on. "Go on, take it off him. I dare you." Hot Pie kicked his jackass, riding nearer. "Good morning, Lumpyface, you gimmethat sword." His hair was the shade of straw, his fat face all burned by the sun andstripping. "You don't have any idea how to utilize it." "Indeed I do," Arya might have said. I killed a kid, a fat kid like you. I wounded him in the tummy and he passed on, and I'll kill you as well on the off chance that you don't let go. She didn't even entertain the thought. Yoren had barely any insight into the helper, but she feared what he could do in the event that he found out. Arya was almost certain that a portion of different men were executioners as well, the three in the wrist bindings for sure, yet the sovereign wasn't searching for them, so it wasn't something very similar. "See him!" bawled Lommy Greenhands. "I bet he will cry presently. You need to cry, Lumpyhead? " She had cried in her sleep the prior night, longing for her dad. Come morning, she'd woken red-eyed and dry, and could never have shed one more tear on the off chance that her life had held tight.