Then:
Daenerys frowned. “Tyrion assured me it was a high-quality rip.”
“Don’t,” Tyrion said.
The screen filled with a loop of Jon Snow’s dead eyes, blinking. Over and over. For ten minutes. No sound. Just blinking.
“Skip it,” Dany repeated.
Tyrion choked on his wine. “Gods. Even the file knows.”
Before anyone could answer, a new message appeared, typed by no hand they could see: Game of Thrones Season 5.zip
Jorah Mormont, disgraced knight and reluctant tech-support for Exiled Royals, Inc., stared at the screen. The progress bar hadn’t moved in three hours. The file name glared at him like a curse: .
“User ‘Three_Eyed_Raven’ has entered the chat.” Then: Daenerys frowned
Tyrion Lannister, leaned against a support pole, sipping what he called “summer wine” and everyone else called fermented goat’s milk. “I said it was a rip,” he corrected. “I didn’t say it was a good one. The file’s been passed through every pirate in Slaver’s Bay. It’s got more layers of compression than the Meereenese caste system.”
Jorah clicked Extract . A dialog box appeared: “Unexpected end of archive. CRC failed. Do you want to skip this file?” Over and over