No confusion reads across Jaime's face, but he's good at his expressions. There's a quizzical line at his brow, but it's made its mark since they begun talking. As she does, he continues to watch practice bouts, his future potential opponents.

"More than a hundred years ago, men didn't only ride horses. They rode dragons. A new sort of warfare, unparalleled. Fire raining down from the skies, melting castles, baking alive the men and women inside of them. They forged the kingdoms into one, and eventually died out.

"But I don't imagine you're referring to dragons."