Transcript (en)

And if an agent of the high towers knifes you in your belly as you fill it with ale? It's not that sort of place. Besides, it's my belly. Oh, but it's not. No, you belong now to the crown. Should something before you or your belly, I suffer the loss of a dragon and the unity of the realm is threatened. No, you shall frequent taverns no longer. What? well I'm afraid you will have to find your your beer within the walls of the Red Keep where you will remain except when you are escorted to the Dragon Pit for duty at Tumbleton if that is all