I have been far from it for a long time, Bran. When my father's court left the old world to follow the humans into the new, I travelled back to Bethmoora and found I missed the memory of how it once was, not the realm itself. Without life, it was nothing but a ghost city.

[ He shakes his head, recalling the very last time he was there, the Golden Army slumbering in endless rows beyond the ruined vastness of it all, pristine and gleaming, surrounded by the accursed halls of rot. ]

Will you tell me of your home?