There are three things in this hall only I know. Two of them everyone's about to know anyway. I'll trade you the last one for a bowl of soup.
You've named your price, so I'll pay two bowls.
Don't go carrying useless talk around.
The storehouse key and the gossip are both in this one hand. Eat more before you go.
There are three things in this hall only I know. Two of them everyone's about to know anyway. I'll trade you the last one for a bowl of soup.

Whenever the hall fire burns low, the talk always turns to a man's price in blood. On those nights I salt the soup heavy, so people say less.