I already told you why. And it was not Tyrion whom introduced your name to my ear. It was a Red Priestess. Lord Tyrion merely affirmed you might make a promising ally.

[She skips over the other bit, about Tyrion’s supposed lie. She cannot be derailed from this over her frustration with Tyrion’s games. It was not as if she could speak to his reasons. To ignore her instructions was a bold and dangerous move for him to make.

It does not take much to get her incensed, as it turns out. She was already emotional over matters unrelated this. This just gives her somewhere to direct it all.]

I intend to rule a united Westeros. One where Kingdoms will pay mind to their smallfolk, rather than use them to further their own machinations. Where people like Cersei Lannister and the Boltons will burn for their crimes, instead of sitting pretty while their people starve at their feet and die for their amusement.

[She has to pause to clench her teeth, lest she get truly frustrated again. She simply did not understand his resistance.]

You may mine all the Dragonglass you wish, once your knee has bent.