I’m surprised Melisandre didn’t speak of them to you. She sees defeating them as her purpose, her god’s purpose. She’s told me often enough.

[He sets his salad down, reaches into the bag he brought, and pulls out the two bottles, wrapped in a cloth.]

There’s so much glass here. They seem so rich, compared to where we come from.

[He opens one bottle and offers it to her.

Anyway:]

I don’t only seek to save the North. I seek to save everyone. The North is only the front line. Do you understand what happens, when people fall to this army? They join its ranks.

[The further it goes, the larger it gets. If it overwhelms Northern resistance, it will be that much bigger.]

But beyond that, you know I have no way to prove it to you here.