Just south of Harrenhal, on your way to King’s Landing, you and Davos finally find an inn. 10 copper for two beds, situated in one room.

You should’ve known the price was too good to be true.

You turn the key in the lock, pushing the heavy oak door open, to reveal one bed, and a rather small one at that.

“This is why we can’t have nice things.” Davos says, shutting the door as he enters behind you.