Chapter 133

“Best not breathe in this fog if you don’t want to catch greyscale,” said Collinthar. “Garin’s curse has already surrounded us.”

Jogo was in a foul mood. “If we’re not supposed to breathe it, we might as well cut our noses off.”

By all logic, greyscale wasn’t a curse—but the Sorrows were too eerie for Drogo not to indulge such thoughts.