I would not. I wood knot.

My hopes have been dashed, for Tyrion slept on the deck of a ship:

...the deck was hard, and he woke stiff and sore, his legs cramped and aching.  They were throbbing now, his calves gone as hard as wood.

Let me get this straight: he sleeps on soft pillows and wakes up stiff as iron, but we he sleeps on the hard deck of a boat, only stiff as wood.  And I was hoping for steel, or maybe adamantium.

So I've moved on to a new game.  Jon was talking to his steward about how to feed everyone through the winter:

"We can always hunt if need be," Wick Whittlestick put in.  "There's still game in the woods."

"And wildlings, and darker things," said Marsh.  "I would not send out hunters, my lord.  I would not."

In the very next chapter, Tyrion's companions are talking about food:

Young Griff said, "There must be fish in the river."

"I would not eat any fish taken from these waters," said Ysilla.  "I would not."

Whee!