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[ Truth be told, Theon feels as if his skills are near useless in comparison to some of the things he’s seen here. Impossible strength, healing wounds in the blink of an eye—how can a steady hand an an archer’s eye hold up to that? At least he knows how to pitch a tent, and relatively quickly too. He’s already helped three others pitch their tents, though he’s handled it with an exasperated attitude. This should be something they should already know how to do.

Then is putting the finishing touches on another tent when he catches Dirk watching him. He narrows his eyes and shoots his spy a cold, somewhat puzzled look. Don't look at him. ]

What are you looking at? Don’t tell me you can’t figure it out either.