I rewove this part of the top.
And I fixed the heel on this one.
May he ride through the Night Lands forever.
Quiet, quiet. The khaleesi is coming. She’ll decide this.
Or melt it. Very simple.
We are his guests!
You can not pry it, nor chop it, nor melt it.
Of course not, Khaleesi!
We will await our departure.
During our departure, not even.
Not then? Why?
Our host saved us from the Red Waste and you want to steal from him?
I will hear no more.