Chapter 348

The High Sparrow’s followers were nothing but ragged, starving smallfolk. They had always avoided the gold cloaks of the City Watch like the plague.

Just think about it: a group of empty-bellied beggars trying to stand against fully armed, well-trained gold cloaks. The outcome was obvious.

Ser Cleos’s words made Bronn wonder whether the man might be in league with Varys.