Beyond the walls, it is difficult to survive. The land is...poisoned. These animals — [She points out a pair of golden eyes.] — they haven’t always been here, and the meat...you do not want to consume it.

[Especially not if you were already prone to rage.

Ale is not her sort of drink, but truthfully, she had gotten less picky as a result of its scarcity. She nods an acknowledgement of thanks and sets one of the salads aside for him. It is broght, with plenty of interesting produce to chose from. She was not sure how he felt about the bugs, and so she had not bothered to include protein.

She was certainly not a fan. And her cravings for meat had grown somewhat fearsome, since returning from New Rio. But if she ignored it, then it wouldn’t be a problem.]

Were you Northerns not searching to keep the Wildlings out of your lands?