Chapter 7

On the chaotic red soil, only the embers of old campfires and abandoned supplies remained, with sparse patches of demon grass growing between cracked rocks, left to wither under the relentless sand and wind.

This desolate scene was all that Jorah and the bloodriders could see as they hid atop the hills flanking the pass, vigilantly keeping watch as Drogo had commanded.

Daenerys had led the old and weak deeper into the Red Wastes, returning this place to its lifeless silence, stirring a deep sorrow in their hearts.