Rakharo, Aggo, Kovarro. Take our remaining horses.
You will ride east, you southeast, and you northeast.
What do we seek, Khaleesi?
Cities, living or dead. Caravans and people. Rivers or lakes or the great salt sea.
Find how far the Red Waste extends before us, and what lies on the other side.
You are my last hope, blood of my blood.
l will not fail you, blood of my blood.