[Speaks Dothraki] *Sorfosor nakha she Havazzhifi Kazga.* The earth ends at the black salt sea.

Cities, living or dead. Caravans and people. Rivers or lakes or the great salt sea.

[Speaks Dothraki] *majin adothrak hrazef ido yomme Havazzhifi Kazga...* ...and ride wooden horses across the black salt water...

And on and on it spins, crushing those on the ground.

The city's on the rise?

Go on, feel the fabric.

On the field, with ease.

He might think the men too weak or the women too ugly.

You do not command the Dragon. I am Lord of the Seven Kingdoms.

You want the entire horde to stop?

Shall we return to the Khalasar, Khaleesi?

But they won't meet us on the field.

- and need the practice. - Kash qoy qoyi thira disse.

my opinion on the matter is of limited value.

Every time the Qartheen shut their gates on a traveler,

Do you want to see your brother sitting on the Iron Throne?

Find how far the Red Waste extends before us, and what lies on the other side.

There is far more than this awaiting you on the deck of your ship.

We could have been 10 miles away from here by now, on the way to Asshai.