King Ghirrick I of Salt and Fire was eating supper in his throne room with Larra, when the torches blazed, their flames tripling in intensity and turning blue. Lyanna needs me. He charged into Mirri's room, and already found her staring into the flames, looking at images that Ghirrick had never been able to decipher. "She sent her her family south, with 100 Duskendale men." Mirri reported.

Ghirrick scurried to write a message, which he immediately sent on raven:

Dear Lady Lyanna Mormont of Bear Island,

We have seen in the fire of your actions, and you have used my tool well. I vow to you I will do everything in my power, until my last dying breath, to keep your family warm, healthy, happy and safe. You're probably wondering why I have been so incredibly loyal to you and helpful to your cause specifically. In my many travels on Essos, I have met a wide variety of people, lived in a huge array of cultures, and heard many tales. One tale is of a man, who lived in a time of darkness. He sacrificed much, and suffered much, and what little we know of him might not depict him in a good light, killing his wife and such.

But I believe this man held compassion in his heart, and I believe the death of his wife truly hurt him. Many religions speak of this man coming again in different forms, but almost always he is some great warrior.

You are Azor Ahai reborn, Lady Lyanna Mormont of Bear Island. Not because of your battle prowess, but because of your undying loyalty even under unbearable circumstances. Remember my vow as you fight in this war against whatever you wish to call your foe. And my last piece of advice to you: Do the unthinkable. Defeat the unbeatable. Love the unlovable.

You are truly extraordinary. Best wishes, warm regard, and high hopes,

King Ghirrick I of Salt and Fire