[chrystianvz]

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Once I was certain which way lead to Iceclad, I counted off my paces. The ocean appeared at eight. I cupped my hands to drink. The water made my belly cramp, but cramps were easier to bear than thirst.

Sunset found me squatting in the grass, groaning. Every stool was looser than the one before, and smelled fouler. By the time the moon came up I was shitting brown water. The more I drank, the more I shat, but the more I shat, the thirstier I grew, and my thirst sent me crawling to the ocean to suck up more water. When I closed my eyes at last, I did not know whether I would be strong enough to open them again

Iceclad blood, it’s only my Iceclad blood, but I did not remember ever having
such a heavy flow. Could it be the water? If it was the water, I was doomed. I had to drink or die of thirst waiting for the boat that would never show in the Desert of Ro.

That's a story right?

And then Daenerys rode Kerafyrm to face down a horde of fire giants.