I ached to my very core, but after a time regained my composure. Lord Farwynd provided me with more than just his hyper-charged greensight. The man held a connection to the sea, much like my own connection to the land. The majority of the world bared itself before my psychic gaze, and I could clearly see the land west of Westeros, the promised land that plagued Lord Farwynd's sight, where all men will be kings and all women queens. Certainly possible, given how our disgusting Westerosi diseases would kill up to ninety four percent of the natives and leave us their cities and treasure to pick over like vultures.
Game of Thrones: Path of the Hungry Bear
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