Sad to say, the three would-be informers proved no more useful than the Tyroshi. One said thatthe Imp was hiding in an Oldtown brothel, pleasuring men with his mouth. It made for a droll
picture, but Cersei did not believe it for an instant. The second claimed to have seen the dwarf in
a mummer’s show in Braavos. The third insisted Tyrion had become a hermit in the riverlands,
living on some haunted hill. The queen made the same response to each. “If you will be so good
as to lead some of my brave knights to this dwarf, you shall be richly rewarded,” she promised.
“Provided that it is the Imp. If not… well, my knights have little patience for deception, nor fools
who send them chasing after shadows. A man could lose his tongue.” And quick as that, all three
informers suddenly lost faith, and allowed that perhaps it might have been some other dwarf they
I’d bet my ass this is Bobono.