"You live in the land of dragons – fire ought be natural for you. Fire and ruin. If you cannot rebuild, can you call yourself Pendragon subjects at all? Whether to the Old King, or the new Queen?" Davos said. "Your sovereign should not have to come down here, all the way from Hirosh, to see to it that you rebuild this city personally. You have known for the past twenty years that Queen Asabel would inherit these lands, and yet, when indeed she does, you meet her still with rubble, from the battles that her might have incurred?"
"I declare there to be shame in that," Davos said. "Truly, indeed, I am ashamed for you. Hirosh, already, has found itself unified. The traders of the Capital are once more on the move, re-establishing the trade routes of all. And you stand here bickering, as the supposed Commerce Centre of Pendragon lands, doing nothing? I see merchants among you – where are you, to stand so still as that, when there is such obvious opportunity in the air?"
